After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.

Those people don't know how tough that really was.

Well, I beat my man. Now it's up to you to beat yours.

The only thing I can do is play baseball. I have to play ball. It's the only thing I know.

Casey wanted us to stay loose. That didn't mean clowning around. He just meant we should be confident and relaxed. We shouldn't feel that one strikeout was going to end the season for us.

I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love.

To get a better piece of chicken, you'd have to be a rooster.