“Avoid fried foods, which angry up the blood.”

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

If a man can beat you, walk him.

Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.

Avoid running at all times.

The only change is that baseball has turned Paige from a second class citizen to a second class immortal.

Ain’t no man can avoid being born average, but there ain’t no man got to be common.

I ain’t ever had a job, I just always played baseball.

I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench.

Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it don’t matter.

Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don’t move.

Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a a hundred times, I’m forty-four years old.

When a batter swings and I see his knees move, I can tell just what his weaknesses are then I just put the ball where I know he can’t hit it.

I never threw an illegal pitch. The trouble is, once in a while I toss one that ain’t never been seen by this generation.

Don’t look back. Something might be gaining on you.

I never rush myself. See, they can’t start the game without me.

Well, once I fried tofu and put Sriracha on it. After that I was so depressed I swore off preparing food for myself altogether.

But I’m still from the country. I love my fried food and my neck bones and all that, too.

When I’m out, maybe I’m looking at the fried chicken, but I know I need to order the grilled.