“I saw their folks more that day than they did the whole weekend.”

In 1962 I was named Minor League Player of the Year. It was my second season in the bigs.

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.

The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

I hit a grand slam off Ron Herbel and when his manager Herman Franks came out to get him, he was bringing Herbel’s suitcase.

People have asked me a lot of times, because I didn’t hit a lot, how long a dozen bats would last me.

Today you don’t have to do that, because catchers’ mitts are more like first baseman’s gloves.

Phil Niekro and his brother were pitching against each other in Atlanta. Their parents were sitting right behind home plate.

I don’t like losing. But I don’t think I ever go to the park where I have a bad day. I don’t think once.

I always tried to stay around .190, with three or four RBI. And I tried to get them all in September. That way I always had something to talk about during the winter.

Depending on the weight and model I was using at that time – I would say eight to 10 cookouts.

I was acting when I was playing baseball.

You know, I was once named Minor League Player of the Year… unfortunately, I had been in the majors for two years at the time.

He really showed me something. Struck out three times. Made an error that lost the game. Parents were throwing things at our car and swearing at us as we drove off. Gosh, I was proud.

The biggest thrill a ballplayer can have is when your son takes after you. That happened when my Bobby was in his championship Little League game.

Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?

Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.

I search for comedy scripts / I watch happy shows / In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.

He did say I fascinated him, but he really should have clarified to me that I was just the fascination for the day.

They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.

And the day fell into night but you’re still my brightest light.

The day we run out of petrol is the day Iran will be free.

If any one dares today I am in pain.

Sincerity is the key which will open the door through which you will see your separate parts, and you will see something quite new. You must go on trying to be sincere. Each day you put on a mask, and you must take it off little by little.