As far as he knew, I was dying.
Roger Maris was as good a man and as good a ballplayer as there ever was.
I leaned on him for support when I got out of the cab, and he just crumpled to the ground. That's how we found out.
This year I'd rather lead the league in home runs, runs batted in and hitting.
It was all I lived for, to play baseball.
I hated to bat against Drysdale. After he hit you he'd come around, look at the bruise on your arm and say, 'Do you want me to sign it?'