If Satch (Paige) and I were pitching on the same team, we would clinch the pennant by July fourth and go fishing until World Series time.
It ain't bragging if you can do it.
Sure I eat what I advertise. Sure I eat Wheaties for breakfast. A good bowl of Wheaties with bourbon can't be beat.
Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss?
Slud is something more than slid. It means sliding with great effort.
It puzzles me how they know what corners are good for filling stations. Just how did they know gas and oil was under there?
Let the teachers learn the kids English. Ol' Diz will learn the kids baseball.
The pitcher wound up and he flang the ball at the batter. The batter swang and missed. The pitcher flang the ball again and this time the batter connected. He hit a high fly right to the center fielder. The center fielder was all set to catch the ball, but at the last minute his eyes were blound by the sun and he dropped it.
The doctors x-rayed my head and found nothing.
I only went to the third grade because my father only went to the fourth and I didn't want to pass him.
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.
I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?
I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.
A lot of folks that ain't saying 'ain't,' ain't eating.
It ain't braggin' if you really done it.
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.
I can't tell you why there's a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you'll know why.
Me and Paul (Dean) will probably win forty games (they won forty-nine).
The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.
He (Branch Rickey) must think I went to the Massachesetts Constitution of Technology.
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.
If you can do it, it ain't braggin'... it's a matter of self-confidence. I got where I did because I wasn't no shrinking violet.
Anybody who's ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.
The Cards had one pitcher who won fourteen straight games in a period of twenty-four days. Then when he lost his fifteenth game 1-0, his manager fined him fifty bucks.
Fans, don't fail to miss tomorrow's game.
