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.

The big trouble is not really who isn't in the Hall of Fame, but who is. It was established for a select few.

Now the advantage is all with the hitters.

I never saw a pitcher I didn't feel sorry for.

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

I always tried to hit the ball back through the box because that is the largest unprotected area.

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.