I don't like to sound egotistical, but every time I stepped up to the plate with a bat in my hands, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the pitcher.

Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball.

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

I've cheated, or someone on my team has cheated, in almost every single game I've been in.

Players who stand flat footed and swing with their arms are golfers, not hitters.

I'd rather him (Grover Alexander) pitch a crucial game for me drunk, then anyone I've ever known sober. He was that good.

When I was in the batter's box, I felt sorry for the pitcher.