But when I go to Chicago, I know I'm home.

After I'd hit a home run and took my position in the field, the fans in the bleachers began throwing packages of tobacco at me. I stuffed them in my pocket.

I don't know how it started but someone must have noticed I was always chewing tobacco or smoking a pipe.

The fans treated me royally.

The first week Banks was with us, we knew he was going to be a star.

I lost the ball in the moon.