You know, I was once named Minor League Player of the Year...unfortunately, I had been in the majors for two years at the time.

Between me and my roommate, we've hit 400 Major League home runs.

They broke it to me gently. The manager came up to me before a game and told me they didn't allow visitors in the clubhouse.

When I came up to bat with three men on and two outs in the ninth, I looked in the other team's dugout and they were already in street clothes.

I set records that will never be equaled. In fact, I hope 90% of them don't even get printed.

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.

My kids used to do things to aggravate me, too. I'd take them to a game, and they'd want to come home with a different player.