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

People have asked me a lot of times, because I didn't hit a lot, how long a dozen bats would last me. Depending on the weight and model I was using at that time - I would say eight to 10 cookouts.

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

Phil Niekro and his brother were pitching against each other in Atlanta. Their parents were sitting right behind home plate. I saw their folks more that day than they did the whole weekend.

On TV the people can see it. On radio you've got to create it.

Let's face it. Umpiring is not an easy or happy way to make a living. In the abuse they suffer, and the pay they get for it, you see an imbalance that can only be explained by their need to stay close to a game they can't resist.

After getting out of the service and going into baseball I never wanted to do anything else.