I don't know. I never smoked AstroTurf.

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.

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.

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

Always root for the winner. That way you won't be disappointed.

Kids should practice autographing baseballs. This is a skill that's often overlooked in Little League.

Ten million years from now, when then sun burns out and the Earth is just a frozen iceball hurtling through space, nobody's going to care whether or not I got this guy out.