People try to make a Greek tragedy of my life, and they can't do it. I'm too happy.
And I'd be lying if I told you that as a black man in baseball I hadn't gone through worse times than my teammates.
I'm a human being. I'm not a piece of property. I'm not a consignment of goods.
If you destroyed the underpinnings of this great American sport, you are a hated, ugly, detestable person.
The baseball establishment is permissive about revelry.
The funny thing about these uniforms is that you hang them in the closet and they get smaller and smaller.