Mr. Rickey, I’ll put more people in the park than anybody since Babe Ruth.
I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.
I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.
Anybody who’s ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.
All ballplayers want to wind up their careers with the Cubs, Giants or Yankees. They just can’t help it.
I won twenty-eight games in thirty-five and I couldn’t believe my eyes when the Cards sent me a contract with a cut in salary. Mr Rickey said I deserved a cut because I didn’t win thirty games.
I can’t tell you why there’s a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you’ll know why.
Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss.
Let the teachers teach English and I will teach baseball. There is a lot of people in the United States who say isn’t, and they ain’t eating.
I ain’t what I used to be, but who the hell is?
The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.
It ain’t bragging if you can do it.
The doctors x-rayed my head and found nothing.
Practice, work hard, and give it everything you have.