I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I'd put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band. Today you don't have to do that, because catchers' mitts are more like first baseman's gloves.

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.

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

The highlight of my baseball career came in Philadelphia's Connie Mack Stadium when I saw a fan fall out of the upper deck. When he got up and walked away, the crowd booed.

I hope the fans have enjoyed listening as much as I've enjoyed doing the games. I don't ever go to the park where I don't have a good day. I don't like losing. But I don't think I ever go to the park where I have a bad day. I don't think once.

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

I was acting when I was playing baseball.