The wisdom of Boomer, some words to live by:
"I talk a lot of shit, but I always back it up."
"From the time I was ten years old, my only dream (except for the one about me and all three of Charlie's Angels in a Budweiser-filled hot tub), has been to make it as a major leaguer."
"Here amid the southern belles and slack-jawed local of Kinston [North Carolina], I practically jumped a the chance to cohabitate with the maniac."
Referring to Marge Schott, of the Cincinnati Reds: "It drove that woman nuts to think that her players might actually have normal (and/or not-so-normal) adult sexual relations outside the confines of marriage. To me, the woman always just seemed ten pounds of cuckoo in a four-pound clock."
"We go toe-to-toe, and I end up just beating the shit out of him, breaking my hand in the process. We left those guys lying and headed back toward the bar and my car. As we're leaving, one of the guys shouts, "Your keys are under your car seat, asshole! We hid them as a joke!"
"Don't let the standard politically correct sports clichés fool you. We players are always aware of the milestones in front of us, and we really do bust ass to reach 'em. 'it's really just about the team,' we'll lie to the guys from ESPN. 'I never even thought about the record.' Don't believe us."
Upon receiving a cortisone injection in his toe: "I don't know if you've ever seen a six-foot-two, 270-pound man scream like a six-year-old girl, but it's a sight to behold, let me tell you. All I can do now is gobble more medication and hope for the best."