Sometimes I think if I had the same body and the same natural ability and someone else’s brain, who knows how good a player I might have been.

He can run, steal bases, throw, hit for average, and hit with power like I’ve never seen. Just don’t put him at shortstop.

I don’t know why, but for some reason I seem to be more popular now than when I was playing.

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.

I never got to see the ’27 Yankees. Everyone says that was the greatest team ever. But I think it would’ve been a great series if we’d have had the chance to play them.

Don’t do as I did. I’m living proof of how not to live.

Of course, I didn’t tell you about all the times I said I was going to hit one and it didn’t happen.

Today’s Little Leaguers, and there are millions of them each year, pick up how to hit and throw and field just by watching games on TV. By the time they’re out of high school, the good ones are almost ready to play professional ball.

This year I’d rather lead the league in home runs, runs batted in and hitting.

A body came flying out and landed at my feet. At first I thought it was Billy so I picked him up. But when I saw it wasn’t I dropped him back down.