After they remodeled Yankee Stadium I didn't feel that the ghosts were there anymore. It just wasn't the same.

Hitting the ball was easy. Running around the bases was the tough part.

They should have come out of the dugout on tippy-toes, holding hands and singing.

I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love.

Today's Little Leaguers, and there are millions of them each year, pick up how to hit and throw and field just by watching games on TV. By the time they're out of high school, the good ones are almost ready to play professional ball.

Of course, I didn't tell you about all the times I said I was going to hit one and it didn't happen.

I had it all and blew it.