I Was Three Over. One Over A

I Don't Think I Can Play Any Other Way But All Out . . . I Enjoy The Game So Much Because I'm Putting So Much Into It.

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.

My Problems Are All Behind Me!

Every Time I Sit With Our General Manager At A Baseball Game, And There's Number-cruncher And Statistician Guy - I'm Sitting Around - They Start Talking About Stuff, And I Say, 'what's That? I've Never Heard Of That One Before.

I Could Have Played Another Year, But I Would Have Been Playing For The Money, And Baseball Deserves Better Than That.