Baseball Is A Game, Yes. It Is

I Always Enjoyed Playing Ball, And It Didn't Matter To Me Whether I Played With White Kids Or Black. I Never Understood Why An Issue Was Made Of Who I Played With, And I Never Felt Comfortable, When I Grew Up, Telling Other People How To Act

In Order To Excel, You Must Be Completely Dedicated.

When I'm Not Hitting, I Don't Hit Nobody. But, When I'm Hitting, I Hit Anybody.

I'm Not The Type Of Guy To Go Out And Just Say, 'hey, I'm Raising My Fist To Do This And Do That.' I Don't Think I'm That Type Of Guy. I Wasn't A Leader The Way Other People May Have Wanted Me To Be.

I Remember The Last Season I Played. I Went Home After A Ballgame One Day, Lay Down On My Bed, And Tears Came To My Eyes. How Can You Explain That? It's Like Crying For Your Mother After She's Gone. You Cry Because You Love Her. I Cried, I Guess, Because I Loved Baseball, And I Knew I Had To Leave It.