Balsamic vinaigrette, Tabasco, and giblets. Then let it boil.

I have incredible motivation to go out and improve every day.

I only look forward. I can't get all caught up in what I've done. I still have plenty to accomplish in the game. Hopefully, I'm just scratching the surface.

Baseball has a funny way to tap you on the shoulder when you least expect it and tells you it's the end.

Walking the streets of New York, a lot of people are cheering me on. It feels good.

I’m fighting for my life, I have to defend myself. If I don’t defend myself, no one else will.

There's no place like New York. And I found out that until you go through it for a season, you really don't know it.