We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.

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

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

We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.

I was the most powerful left-handed hitter in the Alameda area.

It's supposed to be fun, the man says 'Play Ball' not 'Work Ball' you know.

To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.