“But to be the best, you must face the best. And to overcome your fear, you must deal with the best.”

Those boos really motivate me to make something happen.

Baseball is just my job.

I know when I’m off alignment. I know when my body is out of adjustment. If your body is there, then mentally, you’ll be there. If your body feels good, then your mind feels good and your are going to feel better about your game.

It’s a relief now to be able to stand next to my godfather and finally feel like I’ve accomplished something in the game of baseball.

I don’t know what you guys say, but at home, life is way different from baseball.

There’s not too many rich black people in this world.

I don’t ever remember having any bad times here in Pittsburgh.

I feel my time in baseball has come and gone. I feel like I had a great career. I had a lot of fun and have a lot of great memories. At one point in time, I’ll be able to tell it all. Right now that’s in the past. I see things differently. I more want to help.

I think of myself as ‘catching’ the ball with my bat and letting the pitcher supply the power.

I was a momma’s boy. I didn’t get anything from Dad, except my body and baseball knowledge. The only time I spent with him was at the ballpark.

My life is in shambles. It is crazy. It couldn’t get any crazier. I’m just trying to stay sane.

I don’t know what my future is.

Age is how you feel. If you take care of yourself, you’ll be able to do the same things. You may not do it as often. But you can still do it.

Young players need to know how to take care of themselves for life after baseball.

I don’t sign for white people.

When I was playing, it would be whatever role I wanted. Now it’s whatever they ask me to do, which I kind of like better.

The only competition you will ever face is with your own ignorance.

The most outrageous thing happened years ago in my YouTube days, when I asked an older lady – it was like a sexually flavored question and she just slapped me full-on across the face. That’s the one time someone got physically aggressive with me. And it hurt.

She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.

I am pre-disposed to try and show the conflict; the regret; the less-than-perfect choices that any human faces. That’s what I like and it seems to be what the camera likes to see me do.

Isn’t it sad how some people’s grip on their lives is so precarious that they’ll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?

You have to face reality some time. But there’s no sense in facing it until somebody forces you to.

People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.

Becoming critical in the face of criticism, only inspires more criticism.