My sophomore year I placed 2nd, and my junior and senior year - I got smart and piled up enough points between myself and second place where I didn't have to run the mile.

Set your goals high, and don't stop till you get there.

Back before I injured my hip, I thought going to the gym was for wimps.

By doing that and being very competitive, the grown-ups started telling me even back before I started playing organized ball that I was too physical and too advanced for the kids my own age.

Growing up as a kid, the back of my house faced a little community airport about four or five miles from my house.

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.

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).