We swung the bat a little bit better than they did today, and that was a difference.
That's what we want, the hits from this kid. I think this kid will be fine the more comfortable he gets.
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
(August 27, 1959 - )
Poor George [Bush], he can't help it. He was born with a silver foot in his mouth.