It is not something I earned or acquired or bought (the ability to pitch). It is a gift. It is something that was given to me - just like the color of my skin.

In a world filled with hate, prejudice, and protest, I find that I too am filled with hate, prejudice, and protest.

I could be a real jerk on the days I was pitching.

When I gave up a grand slam to Pete LaCock, I knew it was time to quit.

Rules or no rules, pitchers are going to throw spitters. It's a matter of survival.

A great catch is like watching girls go by. The last one you see is always the prettiest.

When I knocked a guy down, there was no second part to the story.