When I was a little-leaguer, I was sort of famous for stealing bases - and it started only because my mom wanted to be sure where I was in the afternoons. Mom always used to say, "If you don't come home dirty, you didn't play a baseball game." So I always tried to get in a situation where I had to slide so that I could go home dirty.

It's always exciting that you can rub elbows with some of the greatest players who have ever played the game, and just being around the "family" again from baseball.

I was stealing all the bases, and when you had to go to arbitration they said, 'You know, only the big boys make the money.' So I got to try and figure out how to hit a home run, too.

People say I stole a lot of bases. I stole the bases for a reason. I crossed the plate.

I'm disappointed about how my career ended.

People always ask me why I still want to play, but I want to know why no one will give me an opportunity. It's like they put a stamp on me: 'Hall of Fame. You're done. That's it.' It's a goddamn shame.

Rickey don't like it when Rickey can't find Rickey's limo.