No one hit home runs the way Babe 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.
I'd rather not throw the ball at all.
I was never nervous when I had the ball, but when I let go I was scared to death.
I was the worst hitter ever. I never even broke a bat until last year when I was backing out of the garage.
I talked to the ball a lot of times in my career. I yelled, "Go foul. Go foul."
A lot of things run through your head when you're going in to relieve in a tight spot. One of them was, "Should I spike myself?"
He knew he was Joe DiMaggio, and he knew what that meant to the country.
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.
One rule I had was make your best pitch and back up third base. That relay might get away and you've got another shot at him.
I'd rather be lucky than good
When Neil Armstong first set foot on the moon, he and all the space scientists were puzzled by an unidentifiable white object. I knew immediately what it was. That was a home run ball hit off me in 1973 by Jimmie Foxx.