Just like every other kid in my grade school, I was listening to my little radio plug in my ear when Mickey Mantle hit 18 post-season homers and won series after series for the Yankees. I listened and I learned from that. I think he was the original 'Mr. October,' but thank god it didn't stick.

The only difference between me and those other great Yankees is my skin color.

Sometimes I underestimate the magnitude of me.

There's a manager (Billy Martin) I could play for.

The only reason I don't like playing in the World Series is I can't watch myself play.

The greatest manager has a knack for making ballplayers think they are better than they think they are.

Hitting is better than sex.