I was batting cleanup for the Yankees at the time. I was wearing my Congressional Medal of Honor over my Marks and Spencer suit and flashing a bit of cash. I couldn’t have attracted more women if I was a bonbon factory having a day-old sale.

And then this bowlegged Italian-looking guy about three feet tall comes in.

I imagine I’ll feel that alone again two weeks after they bury me.

(Thanks to Mr. Arthur for reminding us of Fangio)