The kid doesn't chew tobacco, smoke, drink, curse or chase broads. I don't see how he can make it.

To cure a batting slump, I took my bat to bed with me. I wanted to know my bat a little better.

It looked like a ballpark. It smelled like a ballpark. It had a feeling and a heartbeat, a personality that was all baseball.

I wish I'd known early what I had to learn late.

A good lead-off hitter is a pain in the ass to pitchers.

The kid doesn't chew tobacco, smoke, drink, curse or chase broads. I don't see how he can make it.

I'm flattered that so many baseball people think I'm a Hall of Famer. But what's hard to believe is how one-hundred and fifty plus people have changed their minds about me since I became eligible, because I haven't had a base hit since then.