The biggest thrill a ballplayer can have is when your son takes after you. That happened when my Bobby was in his championship Little League game. He really showed me something. Struck out three times. Made an error that lost the game. Parents were throwing things at our car and swearing at us as we drove off. Gosh, I was proud.

I had a great shoe contract and glove contract with a company who paid me a lot of money never to be seen using their stuff.

I did stand-up, weird and ignorant stuff about my career - anything for a laugh.

I led the league in go get 'em next time.

When I looked at the third base coach, he turned his back on me.

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.

Any teammate of mine that had a kid and a boy that was capable of playing baseball, I think I set a terrific example of 'Don't do this' and 'Don't do that.' And that's one of the things that I'm most proud of.