In 1960 when Pittsburgh beat us in the World Series, we outscored them 55-27. It was the only time I think the better team lost. I was so disappointed I cried on the plane ride home. It was all I lived for, to play baseball. It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life. Luck is the residue of design. My dad taught me to switch-hit. He and my grandfather, who was left-handed, pitched to me everyday after school in the back yard. I batted lefty against my dad and rightly against my granddad. Trade a player a year too early rather than a year too late. 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 could never be a manager. All I have is natural ability. | 
