I would always reserve a special place in my heart for Pittsburgh.
Reporters often forget that athletes are human beings.
Throwing a knuckleball for a strike is like throwing a butterfly with hiccups across the street into your neighbor's mailbox.
Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.
We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.
To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.