Pressure? Well it ain't hitting in forty-four straight games, because I done that and it was fun. The playoffs are pressure.

If somebody is gracious enough to give me a second chance, I won't need a third.

Some players you pat their butts, some players you kick their butts, some players you leave alone.

Every time I step up to the plate, I expect to get a hit. If I don't expect to get a hit, I have no right to step into the batter's box in the first place.

The thing I would like most to leave behind is to be remembered for trying hard.

The greatest competitor was Bob Gibson. He worked so fast out there and he always had the hood up. He always wanted to close his own deal. He never talked to you because he was battling so hard. I sure as hell don't miss batting against him, but I miss him in the game.

I owe baseball. Baseball don't owe me a damn thing.