One of the fellows called me ‘Cyclone’ but finally shortened it to ‘Cy’ and its been that ever since.

All us Youngs could throw. I used to kill squirrels with a stone when I was a kid, and my granddad once killed a turkey buzzard on the fly with a rock.

Gosh, all a kid has to do these days is spit straight and he gets forty-thousand dollars to sign.

Too many pitchers, that’s all, there are just too many pitchers Ten or twelve on a team. Don’t see how any of them get enough work. Four starting pitchers and one relief man ought to be enough. Pitch ’em every three days and you’d find they’d get control and good, strong arms.

I thought I had to show all my stuff and I almost tore the boards of the grandstand with my fastball.

A pitcher’s got to be good and he’s got to be lucky to get a no hit game.

One of the fellows called me ‘Cyclone’ but finally shortened it to ‘Cy’ and its been that ever since.