He Looks Like A Greyhound, But He

Old Third Basemen Become First Basemen, And Old First Basemen Become Designated Hitters.

Do I Want Someone To Get More Hits Than Me? No. Do I Want Someone To Hit More Home Runs Than Me? No. Do I Want Someone To Have More Rbi Than Me? No. I Get A Kick Out Of Seeing The All-time Leaders And My Name's On Top Of Every One, With The Exception Of Strikeouts. I Get A Kick Out Of That.

My Father Cared A Lot About Me, But He Never Gave Me The Satisfaction Of Really Knowing It. Hitting .390 Wasn't Enough For Him. Nothing Seemed To Be. He Was Not Trying To Be Mean. He Was Just Seeing To It That I Never Got Self-satisfied, That I Worked Hard To Get The Most Out Of What I Had.

He Looks Like A Greyhound, But He Runs Like A Bus.

Not Many People Get To The Major Leagues And Succeed Right Away. There Are Some Struggles. Everyone Seems To Struggle.