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Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.

You Don't Save A Pitcher For Tomorrow. Tomorrow It May Rain.

There Is Only One Way To Pitch To Musial - Under The Plate.

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.

In Order To Become A Big-league Manager You Have To Be In The Right Place At The Right Time. That's Rule Number One.