In Order To Become A Big-league Manager

Give Me Some Scratching, Diving, Hungry Ballplayers Who Come To Kill You.

It's Possible To Spend Money Anywhere In The World If You Put Your Mind To It, Something I Proved Conclusively By Running Up Huge Debts In Cincinnati.

Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.

What Are We Out At The Park For Except To Win?

God Watches Over Drunks And Third Baseman.