The only thing on my mind now is getting that World Series ring.

I was going to be the best paper boy ever. I used my Sting-Ray bike and got the papers there after school. People know I porched everything. No roofs, no lawns. I stopped the bike and nailed it. And if I ever missed, I would go pick it up and do it right.

I'll always be grateful for the dream season of 1986. In a corner of my mind I will stand forever with my bat cocked, waiting for the two-one pitch from Calvin Schiraldi.

Sometimes you just have to play in pain.

I like mellow music. I like some jazz. But I'm not a big hard rock guy.

I would love to get back to the big leagues as a coach, possibly a manager. I would love that opportunity.

Load up your mind with pictures capturing your preferred tomorrow. Put the remembrances of the past in a place where they won't block your view.