“I have to get better, but I can’t change the way I play.”

Byrd has always been that kind of pitcher.

2004 has to be my year. No more excuses.

He threw hard, but a good fastball.

My only worry was that he didn’t throw me a sinker.

I work hard on my defense.

When you go to home plate with a lot of confidence,

I want to be consistent from the first day of the season to the last.

I love hitting-that’s my favorite part of the game.

I’m an immigrant myself.

I don’t like to play slow or softly.

You feel that you can hit any pitch.

I’m confident, but not so confident that I’m cocky.

It’s something I take pride in, but it’s nothing that I want to brag about. It’s part of my game.

Trying to trick you, keep the ball low, in and out.

I’d probably support it, but I can’t do much.

But I love baseball and I love to play hard.

Just get to know me. Be my friend. Just kick it with me as if I was hanging with a homeboy.

I can only get up and do my chores and push through the day and find the good in it.

That’s when you’re going to get hurt. So I play relentless.

That’s more the kind of thing that get us inspired.

When you educate without the Holy Spirit, you only get a clever devil.

Sometimes we get our hearts broken, only to have the right person come along to mend them.

I was fortunate enough to get a job at my alma mater, which brought me back to Indiana after being gone for twenty years.

I have the mentality that if you come in playing not to get hurt.