I'll Have A Stamp On Me Forever.

I Was Hitting .360 When I Was Diagnosed. I Didn't Forget How To Play While I Was Recovering. I Don't Know If The Cancer Is Gone For Good. I Don't Think Anyone Ever Knows, But No One Is Going To Steal My Joy For As Along As I'm Able To Play Baseball.

I Don't Think Any Player Lives Up To His Potential, Because People Out There Put You So High On A Pedestal, You'll Never Be As Good As They Expect.

I've Been Hearing This Since I First Joined The Reds Organization, That I'm Going To Be The Next This Or That. It's Tough On A Young Player Coming Up. You Show Some Positive Things And Everybody Jumps On That And Says You Should Be The Next Willie Mays.

Not Being Re-signed In Baltimore Was Probably The Lowest Point, Mentally, Of My Career. That City Was The Only Place Where I Wanted To Be At The Time, Based On Everything That Had Transpired.

I Could've Played Basketball, But My Mind Was On Baseball. I Didn't Know What I Was In For. In High School It Was A Matter Of Talent. No One Told You What To Do.