I used to sit in the bullpen and say, 'Why the hell doesn't he throw the curveball?' Well, all I had to do to become an announcer was take out the 'hell'.
Every hand and every hour should be devoted to rescue the world from its insanity of guilt, and to assuage the pangs of human hearts with balm and anodyne. To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
