Anything Can Happen. That's The Beauty Of

Nicknames Are Baseball, Names Like Zeke And Pie And Kiki And Home Run And Cracker And Dizzy And Dazzy.

Baseball Is A Spirited Race Of Man Against Man, Reflex Against Reflex. A Game Of Inches. Every Skill Is Measured. Every Heroic, Every Failing Is Seen And Cheered, Or Booed. And Then Becomes A Statistic.

If I Walked Back Into The Booth In The Year 2025, I Don't Think It Would Have Changed Much. I Think Baseball Would Be Played And Managed Pretty Much The Same As It Is Today. It's A Great Survivor.

Wheaties Was The Big Sponsor In Those Days (1940s). They Sponsored Almost All The Baseball Games In The Majors And The Minors. That Was A Lot Of Wheaties. I Think There Were Twenty-four Boxes In A Case And Some Of These Guys Were Hitting Twenty-five And Thirty Home Runs A Season. We Had A Dog In Those Days Named Blue Grass And The Players Used To Give Us Their Wheaties For Him. Blue Grass Loved Wheaties And So Did I.

I Just Have Faith. It's Just There. It's Not Any Big Deal.