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.

It's what you're worth.

You might as well go in and start getting dressed. I'm going to hit his first pitch for a home run.

Billy (Martin) wasn't afraid of anything.

Roger Maris was as good a man and as good a ballplayer as there ever was.

It was the single greatest feat I ever saw.

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.