Just Two Words: A Masterpiece.

You Start Chasing A Ball And Your Brain Immediately Commands Your Body To 'run Forward, Bend, Scoop Up The Ball, Peg It To The Infield,' Then Your Body Says, 'who Me?'

At My Age, I'm Just Happy To Be Named The Greatest Living Anything.

There’s Nobody Taking Center From Me Until I Give It Up.

The Reason I Play So Hard Is That Somewhere Out There Is Some Kid Who Has Never Seen Me Play Before, And I Don't Want To Disappoint Him.

I Feel Like I Have Reached The Stage Where I Can No Longer Produce For My Club, My Manager, And My Teammates.