Rickey got a big ranch. Rickey got a big bull. Rickey got horses. Rickey got chickens and everything. And Rickey got a 20-gallon hat.

A good friend of mine took me out and had me hit off a tee. He made me understand what was my strike zone and - with my speed - the importance of making contact. So I give him a lot of credit for changing my game and making me the player I became. He showed me how to work on me and my game, and not worry about patterning myself after someone else and focusing on what they were capable of doing rather than what I was capable of doing.

To all the kids out there: Follow your dream. Believe in your dream. Because dreams do come true.

Don't worry, Rickey, you're still the best.

Just because I believed in what I was doing on the field and dedicated myself to playing the game, does that mean I'm cocky? Does that mean I'm arrogant?

Rickey was never motivated by stats. He was motivated by numbers. Wins, runs, steals.

I wanted to be a part of something special and contributing to the launch of a new league was very exciting to me.