I don't know why Roger (Maris) isn't in the hall of fame. To me, he was as good as there ever was.

The strain on Roger (Maris) was unbelievable. After I dropped out the reporters only had one guy to go to. They surrounded him everywhere he went. He had big clumps of hair falling out. That he went ahead and did it was unbelievable.

All the ballparks and the big crowds have a certain mystique. You feel attached, permanently wedded to the sounds that ring out, to the fans chanting your name, even when there are only four or five thousand in the stands on a Wednesday afternoon.

Don't do as I did. I'm living proof of how not to live.

Thank God for baseball.

Every time I see his name (Dean Chance) on a lineup card, I feel like throwing up.

A lot of people wrote that Roger (Maris) and I didn't like each other and that we didn't get along. Nothing could be further from the truth.