You gotta keep the ball off the fat part of the bat.
Avoid running at all times.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a a hundred times, I’m forty-four years old.
It’s funny what a few no-hitters do for a body.
If a man can beat you, walk him.
My feet ain’t got nothing to do with my nickname, but when folks get it in their heads that a feller’s got big feet, soon the feet start looking big.
I never rush myself. See, they can’t start the game without me.
I never threw an illegal pitch. The trouble is, once in a while I toss one that ain’t never been seen by this generation.
The only change is that baseball has turned Paige from a second class citizen to a second class immortal.
Money and women. They’re two of the strongest things in the world. The things you do for a woman you wouldn’t do for anything else. Same with money.
My pitching philosophy is simple – keep the ball way from the bat.
Airplanes may kill you, but they ain’t likely to hurt you.
I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench.
Ain’t no man can avoid being born average, but there ain’t no man got to be common.
If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.