I don't care how much money he (Frank Viola) makes. He can have my locker, I'll take him to all the best restaurants and show him New York. He can even have my wife, but he can't have my number, no way.

My first year in baseball, there were only one or two reporters. My second year, I got to the Triple-A playoffs, there were four or five. When I came up in 1984, I never saw so many people.

The day I pitched, I would drink either 'cause I was celebrating or I lost and couldn't sleep.

I've done enough wrong on my own, I don't want to get blamed for something I didn't do.

He makes it look easy. You wish there was another league he could get called up to.

Plus, when you get in tough situations, like the bases loaded and nobody out, you never give in.

I don't feel any pressure. I just try to stay calm, follow my game plan, and try not to get overthrown.