To get a better piece of chicken, you'd have to be a rooster.
I don't care what the situation was, how high the stakes were - the bases could be loaded and the pennant riding on every pitch, it never bothered Whitey. He pitched his game. Cool. Craft. Nerves of steel.
They should have come out of the dugout on tippy-toes, holding hands and singing.
When I first came to Yankee Stadium I used to feel like the ghosts of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig were walking around in there.
After they remodeled Yankee Stadium I didn't feel that the ghosts were there anymore. It just wasn't the same.
The biggest thrill I ever had was in 1969, when they held day at Yankee Stadium.
If I were playing today I'd do what Joe DiMaggio said. I'd go knock on the door at Yankee Stadium and when George Steinbrenner answered I'd say, 'Howdy, pardner.'