I signed a very modest $3,000 bonus with the Braves in Milwaukee. And my old man didn't have that kinda money to put out.

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 led the league in go get 'em next time.

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.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

I would order a dozen bats and there were times they'd come back with handles at each end.

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