“When I knocked a guy down, there was no second part to the story.”

Rules or no rules, pitchers are going to throw spitters. It’s a matter of survival.

I’m finding it very soul-jailing, you know? You don’t have time to play guitar or speak to your friends and family. It’s very demanding. I don’t know how people do it, to be honest, without an alcohol.

When I gave up a grand slam to Pete LaCock, I knew it was time to quit.

My pitching philosophy is simpe. I believe in getting the ball over the plate and not walking a lot of men.

It is not something I earned or acquired or bought (the ability to pitch). It is a gift. It is something that was given to me – just like the color of my skin.

A curve ball is not something you can pick up overnight. It took me years to perfect mine.

My pitching philosophy is simple. I believe in getting the ball over the plate and not walking a lot of men.

If it wasn’t for baseball, I’d be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

I’d give a year of my life if I could hit a homerun on opening day of this great new park.

Baseball is the greatest game in the world and deserves the best you can give it.

Baseball changes through the years. It gets milder.

Reading isn’t good for a ballplayer. Not good for his eyes. If my eyes went bad even a little bit I couldn’t hit home runs. So I gave up reading.

If I’d just tried for them dinky singles I could’ve batted around 600.

Don’t be afraid to take advice. There’s always something new to learn.

Don’t let the fear of striking out hold you back.