My dad taught me to switch-hit. He and my grandfather, who was left-handed, pitched to me every day after school in the back yard. I batted lefty against my dad and righty against my granddad.

I never saw him fight. I never saw Billy fight.

Today's Little Leaguers, and there are millions of them each year, pick up how to hit and throw and field just by watching games on TV. By the time they're out of high school, the good ones are almost ready to play professional ball.

We know you can bunt, Mick. You're not down here to bunt. You're here to get some hits and get your swing back.

It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.

It was all I lived for, to play baseball.

I don't care who you are, you hear those boos.