In baseball, I was always in control of everything until I let the ball go.

I'd like to think I did well. I'd like to think that, if I had a must-win game, the guys I played with would want me to have the ball. But no, I don't think I deserve to be in the Hall of Fame.

I did all the stupid things you'd expect from a 21-year-old kid with money.

As much as I'd like to think I'm a really good designer, I'm average.

I don't hide my feelings, but when it comes to illness, I guess I don't panic. My father was the same way. I'm the provider for the family and the caretaker. If I panic, who is anybody going to run to?

Before I pitch any game, from spring training to Game 7 of the World Series, I'm scared to death.

The real world has consequences when you do and say things about others. We're at a point now where you better be sure who you're going after.