Natural grass is a wonderful thing for little bugs and sinkerball pitchers.

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.

I became a better pitcher when I found a delivery in my flaw.

Someone told me just recently that poets are eulogists. It's their job, to eulogize. I didn't know that, but it makes sense. Because in almost every poem of mine there is a loss.

He (Ted Simmons) didn't sound like a baseball player. He said things like 'nevertheless' and 'if, in fact.

Reggie Jackson hit one off me that's still burrowing its way to Los Angeles.

Natural grass is a wonderful thing for little bugs and sinkerball pitchers.