The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the
right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp
spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood where he had no business to be
and got hurt, that was his fault.
To get along with me, don't increase my tension.
I may have been fierce, but never low or underhand.
The crowd makes the ballgame.
The great American game should be an unrelenting war of
nerves.