I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.
I remember one time I'm batting against the Dodgers in Milwaukee. They lead, 2 - 1, it's the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two out and the pitcher has a full count on me. I look over to the Dodger dugout and they're all in street clothes.
If a guy hits .300 every year, what does he have to look forward to? I always tried to stay around .190, with three or four RBI. And I tried to get them all in September. That way I always had something to talk about during the winter.
They broke it to me gently. The manager came up to me before a game and told me they didn't allow visitors in the clubhouse.
On TV the people can see it. On radio you've got to create it.
Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?
I had been playing for a while, and I asked Louisville Slugger to send me a dozen flame treated bats. But when I got it, I realized they had sent me a box of ashes.
Between me and my roommate, we've hit 400 Major League home runs.
I make fun of situations and try and find the humor in things, but it's never at the expense of the other guy.
When I played baseball I got death threats all the time--from my mother.
They have Easter egg hunts in Philadelphia, and if the kids don't find the eggs, they get booed.
I led the league in go get 'em next time.
Not bragging by any means, but I could have done a lot of other stuff as far as working in films go and working in television... I had chances to do that stuff, but I like baseball, I really do.
People don't know this, but I helped the Cardinals win the pennant. I came down with hepatitis. The trainer injected me with it!
You know, I was once named Minor League Player of the Year...unfortunately, I had been in the majors for two years at the time.
In 1962 I was named Minor League Player of the Year. It was my second season in the bigs.
Baseball hasn't forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven't lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times.
The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up.
When I came up to bat with three men on and two outs in the ninth, I looked in the other team's dugout and they were already in street clothes.
Let's face it. Umpiring is not an easy or happy way to make a living. In the abuse they suffer, and the pay they get for it, you see an imbalance that can only be explained by their need to stay close to a game they can't resist.
After getting out of the service and going into baseball I never wanted to do anything else.
When I looked at the third base coach, he turned his back on me.
I set records that will never be equaled. In fact, I hope 90% of them don't even get printed.
People have asked me a lot of times, because I didn't hit a lot, how long a dozen bats would last me. Depending on the weight and model I was using at that time - I would say eight to 10 cookouts.
I had a great shoe contract and glove contract with a company who paid me a lot of money never to be seen using their stuff.
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