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

Baseball hasn't forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven't lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times.

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

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

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 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.

If a guy hits .300 every year, what does he have to look forward to? I always tried to stay around .190, with three or four RBI. And I tried to get them all in September. That way I always had something to talk about during the winter.