Well, back when I was training, probably the only nutritious thing on the market was Gatorade - that's all that we knew.

It occurred to me in my junior year of high school. I got my first letter from a big college. I still have that letter to this day - a letter from Indiana.

You practice Monday through Friday in college, or Monday through Saturday in the pro's - and then you just go out and knock somebody's head off.

My workout was running down fly balls, stealing a base, or running for my life on the football field.

I have always been an avid bike rider. Even before I became an avid bike rider, I was an avid bike stealer when I was a kid. I am very educated on bikes.

I struck out with two men on base. I was so angry, so frustrated, I turned and without even thinking about it, snapped my bat over my thigh. The bat split right in half. Afterward, reporters asked me if it was the first time I'd ever broken a bat over my thigh. "I broke an aluminum bat over my knee in college," I said. (I was just kidding).

Don't plan to repent at the 11th hour - you may die at 10:30.