Don't Let The Fear Of

Baseball Changes Through The Years. It Gets Milder.

Well, The Good Lord And Good Luck Must Have Been With Me Because I Did Exactly What I Said I Was Going To Do.

I Learned Early To Drink Beer, Wine And Whiskey. And I Think I Was About 5 When I First Chewed Tobacco.

I'll Promise To Go Easier On Drinking And To Get To Bed Earlier, But Not For You, Fifty Thousand Dollars, Or Two-hundred And Fifty Thousand Dollars Will I Give Up Women. They're Too Much Fun.

The Curve And The Fast One Are Important; The Change Of Pace And The Other Trick Deliveries Are Great But They're Not Worth A Plugged Nickel Unless You Have Control To Go Along With Them. And By Control I Don't Mean The Ability To Put The Ball Over The Plate Somewhere Between The Shoulders And Knees. I Mean The Ability To Hit A Three-inch Target Nine Times Out Of Ten, The Sort Of Control That Lets You Put The Ball In The Exact Spot You Want It, And To Play A Corner To The Split Fraction Of An Inch.