Butcher boy, damn it, butcher boy.

If I were playing today I'd do what Joe DiMaggio said. I'd go knock on the door at Yankee Stadium and when George Steinbrenner answered I'd say, 'Howdy, pardner.'

Casey wanted us to stay loose. That didn't mean clowning around. He just meant we should be confident and relaxed. We shouldn't feel that one strikeout was going to end the season for us.

Thank God for baseball.

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

He can run, steal bases, throw, hit for average, and hit with power like I've never seen. Just don't put him at shortstop.

He said to play louder. He can't hear you.