Every time I see his name (Dean Chance) on a lineup card, I feel like throwing up.

After they remodeled Yankee Stadium I didn't feel that the ghosts were there anymore. It just wasn't the same.

All the ballparks and the big crowds have a certain mystique. You feel attached, permanently wedded to the sounds that ring out, to the fans chanting your name, even when there are only four or five thousand in the stands on a Wednesday afternoon.

When I first came to Yankee Stadium I used to feel like the ghosts of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig were walking around in there.

The best team I ever saw, and I really mean this, was the '61 Yankees.

It's what you're worth.

Hey man! Get away from me!