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 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.

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

In 1962 I was named Minor League Player of the Year. It was my second season in the bigs.

I remember one time I'm batting against the Dodgers in Milwaukee. They lead, 2 - 1, it's the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two out and the pitcher has a full count on me. I look over to the Dodger dugout and they're all in street clothes.

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