“People Ask Me What I Do In Winter When There’s No Baseball. I’ll Tell You What I Do. I Stare Out The Window And Wait For Spring.” — ROGERS HORNSBY (St. Louis Cardinals)

ROGERS HORNSBY (1896-1963) Played 23-Seasons In The Major Leagues, 12 Of Which He Played For The St. Louis Cardinals (Who He Helped Lead To Their 1st World Series Championship In 1926).

HORNSBY Hit Over .400 In A Season 3-Times, Once Hitting .424 (A Mark Never Achieved Again By ANY Player), Had A Lifetime Batting-Average Of .358 (2Nd Only To TY COBB), And Is Considered By Many To Be THE Greatest Second-Baseman In Major League History.

“He Who Spills The Rum Loses That Only. He That Drinks It, Often Loses Both That AND Himself.” — BENJAMIN FRANKLIN (A True Founding Father)

Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)... Author, Printer, Scientist, Statesman. Also Known As "THE FIRST AMERICAN"

“One Great Object Of The Constitution Was To Restrain Majorities From Oppressing Minorities, Or Encroaching Upon Their Just Rights.” — JAMES KNOX POLK (11Th President Of The United States Of America)

JAMES K. POLK (1795-1849) Was Our 11Th President, Serving His Lone-Term From March 1845 To March 1849.

President Polk Had Already Assured The Nation He Would Only Be A One-Term-President. He Would Go On To Keep His Word, As He Did NOT Seek Re-Election During The Campaign Of 1848.

Shortly Before The End Of His Lone-Term As Our 11Th President, He Remarked... "I Am Heartily Rejoiced That My Term Is So Near Its Close. I Will Soon Cease To Be A Servant, And Will Become A Sovereign." Sadly, However, President Polk Would Die In June 1849, Just 3-Months After Leaving The Presidency.

“I Was Born With The Wrong Sign, In The Wrong House, With The Wrong Ascendancy. I Took The Wrong Road, That Led To, The Wrong Tendencies. I Was In The Wrong Place, At The Wrong Time, For The Wrong Reason, And The Wrong Rhyme. On The Wrong Day, Of The Wrong Week, Used The Wrong Method, With The Wrong Technique…WRONG…” — DEPECHE MODE (“WRONG”)

“…There’s Something Wrong With Me, Chemically, Something Wrong With Me Inherently. The Wrong Mix, In The Wrong Genes, I Reached The Wrong Ends, By The Wrong Means. It Was The Wrong Plan, In The Wrong Hands, With The Wrong Theory, For The Wrong Man. The Wrong Eyes, On The Wrong Prize, The Wrong Questions, With The Wrong Replies…”

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"I Was Marching To The Wrong Drum, With The Wrong Scum, Pissing-Out The Wrong Energy. Using All The Wrong Lines, And The Wrong Signs, With The Wrong Intensity. I Was On The Wrong Page, Of The Wrong Book, With The Wrong Rendition Of The Wrong Look. With The Wrong Moon, Every Wrong Night, With The Wrong Tune Playing Till It Sounded Right, Yeah..."

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"...I Was Born With The Wrong Sign, In The Wrong House, With The Wrong Ascendancy. I Took The Wrong Road, That Led To, The Wrong Tendencies. I Was In The Wrong Place, At The Wrong Time, For The Wrong Reason, And The Wrong Rhyme. On The Wrong Day, Of The Wrong Week, Used The Wrong Method, With The Wrong Technique. WRONG!"

“In Criticism I Will Be Bold, And As Sternly, Absolutely Just With Friend And Foe. From This Purpose Nothing Shall Turn Me.” — EDGAR ALLAN POE

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)