Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don’t even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.
I made a game effort to argue but two things were against me: the umpires and the rules.
Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.
God watches over drunks and third baseman.
There is a thin line between genius and insanity, and in Larry’s (MacPhail) case it was sometimes so thin you could see him drifting back and forth.
It’s possible to spend money anywhere in the world if you put your mind to it, something I proved conclusively by running up huge debts in Cincinnati.
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.
Five runs ahead and he’d knock in all the runs I could ask for. One run behind and he was going to kill me.
Stick a fork in him. He’s done.
What are we out at the park for except to win?
Breaks like a ball falling off a pool table.
If you don’t win, you’re going to be fired. If you do win, you’ve only put off the day you’re going to be fired.