"there's nothing like sunshine"

Sunshine? Why, yes, I do recall the sun shinin' quite a lot in those days. Seems we never had a game cancelled due to rain or hail or none of the stuff you have nowadays.

Divine intervention, you say? Well, I don't know much about that, but I'll tell you somethin' that Pinky Pilsen once told me, when we was about to take the field in Punxsutawney in 1923. The sun was out and the field looked beautiful, and ol' Pinky spits out a glob of tobacco 'bout the size of a baby's fist, and he looks at me and says, he says, "Cal, if there is a God--and there just might be--then He sure as hell loves baseball!"

And did I laugh! Boy oh boy, I just laughed and laughed! I laughed so hard that my sides hurt all the way up through the third inning!

Yes, sir, there's nothing like sunshine.