There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.
I see a lot of people who love their jobs. I see some garbage collectors smiling as they go about their work.
We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.
Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.
I'm proud of the fact that I'm the only player to hit a ball completely out of Dodger Stadium.
We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.
Oakland revolved around Forbes Field. Nothing in the city could match that atmosphere.
Vietnam helped me realize who the true heroes really are in this world. It's not the home-run hitters.
I've witnessed thousands of superior athletes try to becomes hitters and fail at it.
Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.
You only have a few years to play this game and you can't play it if you're all tied up in knots.
I was the most powerful left-handed hitter in the Alameda area.
My first job after my retirement from baseball was as a narrator for the Eastman Philharmonica.
Human beings are pampered by the Lord. Their real tests don't come until later in life.
I was always a self-proclaimed poor slider.
I'm a God-fearing man who worships with my heart and with my life.
