I Was A Last Round Draft Pick.

A Pitcher Never Gets Me Out. I Get Myself Out. That's No Disrespect To The Pitcher, But There Should Be No Excuse For Failure. You Can't Have An Excuse To Fail.

When You're 25, You Can Eat Hamburgers And Pizza And Drink Beer And Stay Out All Night And Come Out The Next Day And Drink A Couple Cups Of Coffee And Just Play. If I Did That Today, My Heart Would Stop And I'd Need A Stretcher And An Iv.

When He (roger Clemens) Threw The Bat (during Game 2 Of The 2000 World Series), I Basically Walked Out And Kept Asking Him What His Problem Was. He Really Had No Response. I Was Trying To Figure Out Whether It Was Intentional Or Not. I Was Going To Ask Him. If It Was, Then Obviously He Really No Had Response. I Was More Shocked And Confused Than Anything.

I Was A Last Round Draft Pick. Nobody Wanted Me. I Could Count The Amount Of Scouts That Told Me To Go To School, To Forget Baseball.

Never Let Your Dreams Go Away.