I don't know. I never smoked AstroTurf.

I don't know. I never smoked AstroTurf.

We called Pete Rose and Larry Bowa the soup spoons, because they were always stirring things up. Twenty years later, nothing's changed.

I have no trouble with the twelve inches between my elbow and my palm. It's the seven inches between my ears that's bent.

Some days you tame the tiger, and some days the tiger has you for lunch.

When I come into a game in the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, no one out and a one-run lead ... it takes people off my mind.

Ninety percent I'll spend on good times, women and Irish Whiskey. The other ten percent I'll probably waste.