The biggest game I ever played in was probably Don Larsen's perfect game.

You hit .350 you're a leader. You hit .250 and you're not.

I wanted to throw my glass at the TV.

A body came flying out and landed at my feet. At first I thought it was Billy so I picked him up. But when I saw it wasn't I dropped him back down.

I never understood how someone who was dying could say he was the luckiest man in the world, but now I understand.

When I hit a home run I usually didn't care where it went. So long as it was a home run was all that mattered.

Sometimes I think if I had the same body and the same natural ability and someone else's brain, who knows how good a player I might have been.