The best thing about baseball is there's no homework.

Strikes (1981) are real life. It took up seven weeks of real time. That's a fifth of a pregnancy.

Preschoolers have a way of grabbing your attention. Mine help me not to be a baseball player at home.

Coming into a game in the eighth or ninth inning is like parachuting behind enemy lines. And sometimes the chute doesn't open. You have to live with that. It's an occupational hazard.

It helps to be stupid if you're a relief pitcher. Relievers had to get into a zone of their own. I just hope I'm stupid enough.

I don't mean to diminish the job, it's a good job and a real pressure job. But I don't think a relief pitcher should ever be the most valuable player of a league. We only play in maybe half of the games. Being a relief pitcher means part-time employment. We're bench players, and bench players shouldn't be M.V.P.

The future is much like the present, only longer.