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

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.

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

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

But I love baseball and I love to play hard.

I like to play hard. Always.

I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.

I am not a myth.

Am I going to get my warts removed? I might do, but I’m certainly not going to auction them on the Internet.

Honestly, I’m so sick of myself.

I am who I am. That’s why my friends and peers respect and appreciate me.

I am who I am today because of my mother.

I am not a politician and I have no intention of being one.

I’m no genius.