I'm still professional in this game.

One ball and no strikes.

I'm waiting to help you.

Deeply try to wear it.

I'm forward and high from watching.

Watch your feet.

I'm starting to feel.

Watch your feet.

Watch your feet.

I'm starting to feel.

I'm on a marvelous moment for baseball.

I'm on a marvelous moment for Atlanta and the state of Georgia.

I'm on a marvelous moment for the country and the world.

A black man is getting a standing ovation in the deep south for breaking a record of an all-time baseball idol.

And it is a great moment for all of us and particularly for Henry Aaron, who has met at home place.

Not only by every member of the brave but by his father and mother.

He threw his arms around his father and as he left the home plate area, his mother came running across the grass through arms around his neck, kissed him for all he would wear.

He ran away once again.

Henry Aaron, great American, is swirling in the heavens.

I don't know that there's a better baseball moment than the history of baseball.

He played in the Negro links. He came from poverty in Alabama. He didn't know how to hold the bat when he first played ball.

He put his hands on the opposite side. He had a twisted grip, which was quickly corrected.

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