Terrell has got some big balls.

There's one secret to hitting hard, and that is to completely dedicate your body. That's the difference between a man going forward and a man going backward, no matter how big he is.

Really? That was fast. Usually slumps happen when you're striking out or hitting weak ground balls. I've been hitting a lot of them on the button.

The shape of his stuff was the big thing. I wasn't concerned about strikeouts, because there weren't many balls hit on the fat of the bat. That's the key with Randy.

There's a big Alzheimer's benefit in a couple of weeks. A charity ball is right after that. We eat, we smile, we pose.
No balls. None.
I'm sorry to hear that. Have you talked to a doctor?

The ball sack is supposed to be wrinkly; they’re not bloody worry lines! I can’t believe there’s a machine that fixes this. I don’t even own an iron. Balls don’t need ironing! They’re like a shellsuit, they’re meant to be crease-looking. And anyway, I’ve sat on them most of the time, so they’d only get creased again. As for getting your arse bleached, I don’t know what to make out that. I couldn’t tell you what mine looks like. If you showed five photos of various anuses, I couldn’t pick mine out from a line-up. I never understood why barbers used to show me the back of my head in a mirror after a quick trim, so I certainly wouldn’t worry about the colour of my anus. I’d say if you’re worrying about the colour of your anus, things must be good, as you can’t have proper worries in your life.