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.

It looked like Roy Rogers rode through on Trigger, and Trigger kicked the guy in the face.

Billy (Martin) wasn't afraid of anything.

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

A team is where a boy can prove his courage on his own. A gang is where a coward goes to hide.

I don't care what the situation was, how high the stakes were - the bases could be loaded and the pennant riding on every pitch, it never bothered Whitey. He pitched his game. Cool. Craft. Nerves of steel.

If I send the ball home, I know what will happen to it. My twin brothers will take it out on the lot, like any 20-cent rocket.