After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.
It was all I lived for, to play baseball.
The only thing I can do is play baseball. I have to play ball. It's the only thing I know.
I'll play baseball for the Army or fight for it, whatever they want me to do.
I could never be a manager. All I have is natural ability.
If I knew I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself.
