I loved to hit with men on base and with the game on the line.
I never did allow anything to keep me from my kids. They're the most important part of my life.
I never search for a reason why - I have faith in the Lord's purpose.
I owe a large part of my success to Joe Brown, who helped me both as a player and a person.
I see a lot of people who love their jobs. I see some garbage collectors smiling as they go about their work.
I was always a self-proclaimed poor slider.
I was bred as an outcast, part Negro and part Seminole, in my early years raised as an Indian.
I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.
We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.
You only have a few years to play this game and you can't play it if you're all tied up in knots.
We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.
Vietnam helped me realize who the true heroes really are in this world. It's not the home-run hitters.
Oakland revolved around Forbes Field. Nothing in the city could match that atmosphere.
Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.
To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.