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.
Players who stand flat footed and swing with their arms are golfers, not hitters.
When I was in the batter's box, I felt sorry for the pitcher.
Baseball is my life, the only thing I know and can talk about. My only interest.
I've never been a yes man.
I stare out the window and wait for spring.