Every time I see him, he's not there.
Scarlett's mind went back through the years to the still hot noon at Tara when grey smoke curled above a blue-clad body and Melanie stood at the top of the stairs with Charles' sabre in her hand. Scarlett remembered that she had thought at the time: 'How silly! Melly couldn't even heft that sword!' But now she knew that had the necessity arisen, Melanie would have charged down those stairs and killed the Yankee - or been killed herself.
The wind always seems to blow against catchers when they are running.
When I look in the mirror, I look at the enemy. There is no one to blame for this but myself. I should have bought myself a mirror a long time ago.
Managing is getting paid for home runs that someone else hits.
When you think New York, you think Yankees.
What do they call that hat Jewish guys always wear? A Yankees cap.
I've been with the Yankees 17 years, watching games and learning. You can see a lot by observing.
I wasn't ever much of a Yankee fan.
The players get no respect around here. They (the Yankees) give you money, that's it, not respect. We get constantly dogged and players from other teams love to see that. That's why nobody wants to play here.
I hate to see it go, I'll tell you that. I played here all my life. Eighteen years I played here and I'm sorry to see it go.
You're always in the storm's eye, so to speak, when you're with the Yankees.
This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness
You just can't imagine the kind of guy he was without seeing him play. He was a circus, a play, a movie, all rolled into one.
You can get into the greatest business in the world because you can manufacture money by yourself on the field.
Let me tell you something: I love the Yankees. And let me tell you why: because without the Yankees, there is nobody to hate.
I love New York. I love the Yankees. I love the fans here.
I want to be to the White Sox what Derek Jeter is to the Yankees.
This 20th win means more to me than the perfect game in 1968.
The curve and the fast one are important; the change of pace and the other trick deliveries are great but they're not worth a plugged nickel unless you have control to go along with them. And by control I don't mean the ability to put the ball over the plate somewhere between the shoulders and knees. I mean the ability to hit a three-inch target nine times out of ten, the sort of control that lets you put the ball in the exact spot you want it, and to play a corner to the split fraction of an inch.