They read their sports pages, know their statistics and either root like hell or boo our butts off. I love it. Give me vocal fans, pro or con, over the tourist types who show up in Houston or Montreal and just sit there.

I could ask the Phillies to keep me on to add to my statistics, but my love for the game won't let me do that.

Major League Baseball has created a Pete Rose purgatory, and that's where he is. And that's where he's always going to be. It's unfortunate that the commissioner's office has decided to allow that to be the reality. I don't think Pete would mind if they said 'No' to Pete. Pete wants them to go one way or the other and get him out of the void he's in.

I don't think I can get into my deep inner thoughts about hitting. It's like talking about religion.

Philadelphia is the only city, where you can experience the thrill of victory and the agony of reading about it the next day.

I can't stand satisfaction. To me, greatness comes from that quest for perfection.

If you're associated with the Philadelphia media or town, you look for negatives. I don't know if there's something about their upbringing or they have too many hoagies, or too much cream cheese.