It Was All I Lived For, To

I Never Understood How Someone Who Was Dying Could Say He Was The Luckiest Man In The World, But Now I Understand.

After I Hit A Home Run I Had A Habit Of Running The Bases With My Head Down. I Figured The Pitcher Already Felt Bad Enough Without Me Showing Him Up Rounding The Bases.

We Know You Can Bunt, Mick. You're Not Down Here To Bunt. You're Here To Get Some Hits And Get Your Swing Back.

When I Hit A Home Run I Usually Didn't Care Where It Went. So Long As It Was A Home Run Was All That Mattered.

My Biggest Regret Was Letting My Lifetime Average Drop Below .300. I Always Felt I Was A .300 Hitter, And If I Could Change One Thing That Would Be It.