I've got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away.

I got an offer in 1992 to buy a major-league team. I turned down the offer because I don't want my love of the game to involve business.

I'm much too young to feel this damn old.

Just keep taking chances and having fun.

How you ever gonna know if you're the best? How you ever gonna know what you believe in, if you don't put it to the test?

I think in between where you are and where you want to be is a sea of reasons why you can't get there.

There's times I'd rather kill you than listen to your honesty.