I can't tell you why there's a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you'll know why.
Anybody who's ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.
Mr. Rickey, I'll put more people in the park than anybody since Babe Ruth.
Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss.
Me and Paul (Dean) will probably win forty games (they won forty-nine).
I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?
I know who's the best pitcher I ever see and it's old Satchel Paige, that big lanky colored boy. My fastball looks like a change of pace alongside that little pistol bullet ole Satchel (Paige) shoots up to the plate.
It puzzles me how they know what corners are good for filling stations. Just how did they know gas and oil was under there?
He (Bill Terry) once hit a ball between my legs so hard that my center-fielder caught it on the fly backing up against the wall.
The dumber a pitcher is, the better. When he gets smart and begins to experiment with a lot of different pitches, he's in trouble. All I ever had was a fastball, a curve and a changeup and I did pretty good.