One of the beautiful things about baseball is that every once in a while you come into a situation where you want to, and where you have to, reach down and prove something.

Maintaining concentration depends on what I call tunnel vision; nothing else in the world exists but the catcher's target, the hitter and my perfect delivery.

When I had dyslexia, they didn't diagnose it as that. It was frustrating and embarrassing. I could tell you a lot of horror stories about what you feel like on the inside.

Enjoying success requires the ability to adapt. Only by being open to change will you have a true opportunity to get the most from your talent.

And when I went to Houston, they had a conditioning coach by the name of Gene Coleman. And that was the first time I had gone to an organization that had a program with a weight room and designed specifically for pitchers.

It helps if the hitter thinks you're a little crazy.

My ability to throw a baseball was a gift. It was a God-given gift. And I am truly appreciative of that gift.