Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?

I hit a grand slam off Ron Herbel and when his manager Herman Franks came out to get him, he was bringing Herbel's suitcase.

The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up.

Not bragging by any means, but I could have done a lot of other stuff as far as working in films go and working in television... I had chances to do that stuff, but I like baseball, I really do.

I had been playing for a while, and I asked Louisville Slugger to send me a dozen flame treated bats. But when I got it, I realized they had sent me a box of ashes.

Sporting goods companies pay me not to endorse their products.

They have Easter egg hunts in Philadelphia, and if the kids don't find the eggs, they get booed.