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.

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.

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

Somehow, I've been blessed to be able to have the young spirit inside - not feel like every year I get a year older. I feel like every year I get a year younger. I don't wake up in the morning with aches and pains.

Let's see, for breakfast Rickey will have bacon and eggs, and grits if I can get 'em.

Nothing's impossible for Rickey. You don't have enough fingers and toes to count out Rickey.

The only thing I wish I could figure out is how I got misunderstood regarding the type of person I really am and what I accomplished.