“That’s why I’ve gotten so much experience at my age.”

You pick up little things here and there.

Once I get comfortable and feel a part of what I’m doing.

For the most part, when my home runs come, they come in bunches.

You have three teachers next to you every game, and if I’m not playing, I’m watching baseball.

I’ve always been a streaky hitter.

I’ve always hit.

Pac-man? Or is it donkey kong? In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?

Baseball didn’t really get into my blood until I knocked off that hitting streak. Getting a daily hit became more important to me than eating, drinking or sleeping.

Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.

I was a big baseball player, and my passion in life, in third grade, was collecting baseball cards. That was my childhood thing.

I love to be in the ballpark. I love to just go in and enjoy a great baseball game, a great pitchers’ duel.

I don’t know anything about baseball.

Baseball is the favorite American sport because it’s so slow. Any idiot can follow it. And just about any idiot can play it.

I guess my thermometer for my baseball fever is still a goose bump.