I Can Still Steal A Base Anytime

I'm Disappointed About How My Career Ended.

A Good Friend Of Mine Took Me Out And Had Me Hit Off A Tee. He Made Me Understand What Was My Strike Zone And - With My Speed - The Importance Of Making Contact. So I Give Him A Lot Of Credit For Changing My Game And Making Me The Player I Became. He Showed Me How To Work On Me And My Game, And Not Worry About Patterning Myself After Someone Else And Focusing On What They Were Capable Of Doing Rather Than What I Was Capable Of Doing.

People Say I Stole A Lot Of Bases. I Stole The Bases For A Reason. I Crossed The Plate.

Speeches And Me Don't Get Along Sometimes. It Is Kind Of Like Putting A Tie Too Tight On My Neck. I'm Going To Do Whatever Feels Right.

I Don't Think I Ever Got Proper Credit About Being Smart About The Game.