When we make a mistake, it becomes front-page news. We don't need any reporter telling us how badly we played.

I eventually became proud of my strikeouts, because each one represented another learning experience.

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

Oakland revolved around Forbes Field. Nothing in the city could match that atmosphere.

There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.

I owe a large part of my success to Joe Brown, who helped me both as a player and a person.

I gave out stars whenever an appropriate situation presented itself.