I Don't Know. I Never Smoked Astroturf.

Ninety Percent I'll Spend On Good Times, Women And Irish Whiskey. The Other Ten Percent I'll Probably Waste.

Ten Million Years From Now, When Then Sun Burns Out And The Earth Is Just A Frozen Iceball Hurtling Through Space, Nobody's Going To Care Whether Or Not I Got This Guy Out.

When I Come Into A Game In The Bottom Of The Ninth, Bases Loaded, No One Out And A One-run Lead ... It Takes People Off My Mind.

I Have No Trouble With The Twelve Inches Between My Elbow And My Palm. It's The Seven Inches Between My Ears That's Bent.

Always Root For The Winner. That Way You Won't Be Disappointed.