“I struck out with two men on base. I was so angry, so frustrated, I turned and without even thinking about it, snapped my bat over my thigh.”

The only thing I would change is during the summer – when I was working my summer job, if I was smart, I would have taken flying lessons at Auburn.

I was always the fastest and strongest kid in my school so events like the 100 meter and discus throwing attracted me.

I was a pitcher, shortstop and outfielder, and the Yankees tried to sign me out of high school as a first-round draft pick in 1981. I turned them down to go to college.

Don’t put off until tomorrow the loving words you can say today.

I was the type of guy that used to get up in the morning and go out and just out run everybody on the field without stretching or warming up or anything.

I have always been an avid bike rider. Even before I became an avid bike rider, I was an avid bike stealer when I was a kid. I am very educated on bikes.

I always wanted to be a pilot.

By doing that and being very competitive, the grown-ups started telling me even back before I started playing organized ball that I was too physical and too advanced for the kids my own age.

I’ll never worry about not being successful. I’ll just take it one day at a time, one season at a time. And play as hard as I can.

I have no problem with my hips – I can still do the things that I used to do. I can run, I’m just not the fastest person on the field anymore.

I was always active – I went from baseball to football. I didn’t have time to work out.

I also tell them that your education can take you way farther than a football, baseball, track, or basketball will – that’s just the bottom line.

My favorite driver is always either the bad guy or the underdog.

I am a firm believer in if you can’t get it the old fashioned way, you don’t need it.

I grew up in a tough neighborhood where a lot of kids were older than me.

I was always an Alabama fan growing up, but when the Alabama recruiter told me I would probably not be able to play until the end of my sophomore year, or the beginning of my junior year.

The people of America care about baseball, not about your squalid little squabbles. Reassume your dignity and remember that you (players during the 1981 strike) are the temporary custodians of an enduring public trust.

Baseball has the largest library of law and love and custom and ritual, and therefore, in a nation that fundamentally believes it is a nation under law, well, baseball is America’s most privileged version of the level field.

Talking to Yogi Berra about baseball is like talking to Homer about the Gods.

On matters of race, on matters of decency, baseball should lead the way.

You count on it, you rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

Baseball has undergone and absorbed a whole set of dislocations.

There are a lot of people who know me who can’t understand for the life of them why I would got to work on something as unserious as baseball. If they only knew.

I thank heaven we have had baseball in this world,the kids, our national pastime.