Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said, 'Sure, every time.'
In 1960 when Pittsburgh beat us in the World Series, we outscored them 55-27. It was the only time I think the better team lost. I was so disappointed I cried on the plane ride home.
You might as well go in and start getting dressed. I'm going to hit his first pitch for a home run.
Sometimes I sit in my den at home and read stories about myself. Kids used to save whole scrapbooks on me. They get tired of them and mail them to me. I'll go in there and read them, and you know what? They might as well be about (Stan) Musial and (Joe) DiMaggio, it's like reading about somebody else.
If I send the ball home, I know what will happen to it. My twin brothers will take it out on the lot, like any 20-cent rocket.
When I hit a home run I usually didn't care where it went. So long as it was a home run was all that mattered.
This year I'd rather lead the league in home runs, runs batted in and hitting.
