Good for the Sox. Good for Chicago.

I am going to St. Petersburg, Florida, tomorrow. Let the worthy citizens of Chicago get their liquor the best they can. I'm sick of the job-it's a thankless one and full of grief. I've been spending the best years of my life as a public benefactor.

You've got these guys and the Chicago Bears.

I usually stick out my hand and hope he puts the ball in it. Except the one time I went out to take Early Wynn out. I stuck out my hand and he hit me right in the stomach with the ball.

They say anything can happen in a short series. I just didn't expect it to be that short.

Everybody says we hated the Yankees. We didn't hate the Yankees. We just hated the way they beat us.