Striking out batters was easy. Aw, everybody knows that game, the day I hit the homer off ole Charlie Root there in Wrigley Field, the day October first, the third game of that thirty-two World Series. But right now I want to settle all arguments. I didn't exactly point to any spot, like the flagpole. Anyway, I didn't mean to, I just sorta waved at the whole fence, but that was foolish enough.
Baseball changes through the years.
Cobb is a prick. But he sure can hit. God Almighty, that man can hit. One, don't believe everything that's written about you. The harder you grip the bat, the more you can swing it through the ball, and the farther the ball will go.