Throwing a knuckleball for a strike is like throwing a butterfly with hiccups across the street into your neighbor's mailbox.

I don't really feel that I deserve all my applause.

I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.

To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.

I never search for a reason why - I have faith in the Lord's purpose.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

I love September, especially when we're in it.