Socially, It Is Funny. People Are Annoyed

Circulating Through The Children's Ward And Seeing Terminally Ill Kids, Heads Shaved, Smiling And Having A Ball Despite The Tubes And Needles Sticking Into Them, I Thought: What Do I Have To Worry About? If God Takes Me, At Least I've Lived For 35 Years.

I Don't Listen To What People Say About Me And I Don't Read What They Write About Me. People Can Compare Me To Anyone They Want To, But I'm Not Going To Worry About It.

I Love The Game, It's The Greatest Game On Earth, That's Why I Can't Understand All Of This Talk About Trying To Make The Game Better. People Talk About The High Strike Zone And Changing This And That. Why? To Speed Up The Game? That's The Beauty Of Baseball. There Is No Time Element.

Just Putting My Uniform On Keeps Me Going. Being Able To Get Out There Keeps Me Going. That's The Best Therapy.

I Remember In 1990, There Were Five Of Us Making $3 Million A Year. When Guys Passed Us, We Didn't Cry. Why Would We Cry? You Didn't Get Mad When Someone Got $6 Million. Or $8 Million.