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I Was The Worst Hitter Ever. I Never Even Broke A Bat Until Last Year When I Was Backing Out Of The Garage.

No One Hit Home Runs The Way Babe (ruth) Did. They Were Something Special. They Were Like Homing Pigeons. The Ball Would Leave The Bat, Pause Briefly, Suddenly Gain Its Bearings, Then Take Off For The Stands.

You Just Can't Imagine The Kind Of Guy He Was Without Seeing Him Play. He Was A Circus, A Play, A Movie, All Rolled Into One.

I Couldn't Speak Enough Spanish. I Couldn't Make Myself Understood On That Club.

When I First Signed With The Yankees, The Regulars Wouldn't Talk To You Until You Were With The Team Three Or Four Years. Nowadays The Rookies Get $100,000 To Sign And They Don't Talk To The Regulars.