I'm something like the old soak who never knew whether his wife told him to take one drink and come home at 12, or take 12 and come home at one.
You just can't imagine the kind of guy he was without seeing him play. He was a circus, a play, a movie, all rolled into one.
We lost 14 straight. Then we had a game rained out and it felt so good we had a victory dinner.
Only triple I ever got.
I had been having trouble with my eyes. One day my glasses fogged up while I was pitching, but when I cleaned them and looked at the plate and saw Foxx clearly, it frightened me so much I never wore them again.
I don't know. I've never been on second before.
I couldn't speak enough Spanish. I couldn't make myself understood on that club.
I was never nervous when I had the ball, but when I let go I was scared to death.
I don't want to throw him nothing. Maybe he'll just get tired of waiting and leave.
He's in a rut. Gehringer goes two for five on opening day and stays that way all season.