If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

Each strikeout brings me closer to my next homerun.

It's hard to beat somebody when they don't give up.

I learned early to drink beer, wine and whiskey. And I think I was about 5 when I first chewed tobacco.

If I'd just tried for them dinky singles I could've batted around .600.

Every Strike is one step closer to a Home Run

Who is richer? The man who is seen, but cannot see? Or the man who is not being seen, but can see?