I came to love Fenway. It was a place that rejuvenated me after a road trip; the fans right on top of you, the nutty angles. And the Wall. That was my baby, the left-field wall, the Green Monster.

If that guy (Mickey Mantle) were healthy, he'd hit 80 home runs.

You never know what's going to happen. Anything can happen there... and often does.

I remember I was a scared rookie, hitting .220 after the first three months of my baseball season, and doubting my ability.

When they knock you down, you not only have to get up, but you have to make it clear that you won't be knocked down a second time.

I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June.

I loved the game - I loved the competition. But I never had any fun. All hard work - all the time.