I think Eddie Collins was the smartest ballplayer who ever lived, but Cobb was right next to him. Infielders didn’t know what the hell he’d do next, and neither did he until the last split second. You couldn’t figure Cobb. It was impossible. And Cobb had that terrific fire, that unbelievable drive. He wasn’t too well liked, but he didn’t care about that. He roomed alone.