I had some friends here from North Carolina who'd never seen a homer, so I gave them a couple.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I sound like Homer. I mean Winslow Homer.
In New York, after that famous home run, they expected me to be up there every year. That homer raised me to a high level, with the top guys in the game.
We can make fun of hockey fans, but someone who enjoys Homer is indulging the same kind of vicarious bloodlust.
I would then go on to say that Homer, as we now know, was working in what they call an oral tradition.
I'd give a year of my life if I could hit a homerun on opening day of this great new park.
I was apprehensive about bringing off this Homer.
I think that most people don't even know that I do other things. They think that Homer is all that I do.
They could never beat me in Springfield. I loved that old ballpark. If I could have pitched there all my career, I'd be a 300-game winner.
My mother told me Homer Ditto was not my father. Nope. Mom had had a fling with some other guy who was my dad. Some dude who didn't stick around too long who Mom was happy to get rid of. She chose Homer, and Homer chose me, so he lent me his name even though I didn't have his blood.
To my sick little pal. I will try to knock you another homer, maybe two today.