When You're A Kid, You Want To

People Say I Stole A Lot Of Bases. I Stole The Bases For A Reason. I Crossed The Plate.

Even The Slowest Guy Can Go From First To Third And Help Win A Ballgame.

A Good Friend Of Mine Took Me Out And Had Me Hit Off A Tee. He Made Me Understand What Was My Strike Zone And - With My Speed - The Importance Of Making Contact. So I Give Him A Lot Of Credit For Changing My Game And Making Me The Player I Became. He Showed Me How To Work On Me And My Game, And Not Worry About Patterning Myself After Someone Else And Focusing On What They Were Capable Of Doing Rather Than What I Was Capable Of Doing.

I Told Myself That If I Ever Make It To The Big Leagues That I Would Be The One To Appreciate The Fans. Take A Little Time Out To Sign Autographs And Shake Their Hands And Say Hello To Them.

I Was Stealing All The Bases, And When You Had To Go To Arbitration They Said, 'you Know, Only The Big Boys Make The Money.' So I Got To Try And Figure Out How To Hit A Home Run, Too.