The moment the game (AL Pennant versus the Twins) was over I sprinted for the dugout. The fans were pouring onto the field. If they'd caught me they'd have torn my uniform into shreds for souvenirs.

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.

The three-thousand hitting thing was the first time I let individual pressure get to me. I was uptight about it. When I saw the hit going through, I had a sigh of relief more than anything.

Ed (Runge), you're the second best umpire in the league. The other twenty-three are tied for first.

Red Sox versus Yankees is the greatest rivalry in sports.

Anything less would not have been worthy of me. Anything more would not have been possible.

This is a strange game.