To my sick little pal. I will try to knock you another homer, maybe two today.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had some friends here from North Carolina who'd never seen a homer, so I gave them a couple.
I was apprehensive about bringing off this Homer.
I've got a right to knock down anybody holding a bat.
I'm not afraid to swing the bat. If they elect to pitch to me, I'm going to swing. I'm not as picky as Mr. Sheffield. I'll swing at something over my head.
If you have a bad day in baseball, and start thinking about it, you will have 10 more.
Homer's work hits again and again on the topos of the inexpressible. People will always do that.
Homer is new this morning, and perhaps nothing is as old as today's newspaper.
The way we're going... if I called up another pitcher, he'd just hang up the phone on me.
I'm mad at Hank Aaron for deciding to play one more season. I threw him his last home run and thought I'd be remembered forever. Now, I'll have to throw him another.
I'd give a year of my life if I could hit a homerun on opening day of this great new park.