I can't recall a day this year or last when I did not hear the name of Babe Ruth.

In baseball, there is something electrifying about the big leagues. I had read so much about Stan Musial, Ted Williams and Jackie Robinson. I had put those guys on a pedestal. They were something special. I really thought they put their pants on different, rather than one leg at a time.

I've tried a lot of things in the off-season, but the only thing I really know is baseball.

I don't see pitches down the middle anymore - not even in batting practice.

I don't want people to forget Babe Ruth. I just want them to remember Henry Aaron.

There is no such thing as a bed of roses all your life.

I'm hoping someday that some kid, black or white, will hit more home runs than myself. Whoever it is, I'd be pulling for him.