On TV the people can see it. On radio you’ve got to create it.
You throw batting practice, you warm up pitchers, you sit and cheer. You do whatever you have to do to stay on the team.
You know, I was once named Minor League Player of the Year…unfortunately, I had been in the majors for two years at the time.
When I looked at the third base coach, he turned his back on me.
Between me and my roommate, we’ve hit 400 Major League home runs.
My kids used to do things to aggravate me, too. I’d take them to a game, and they’d want to come home with a different player.
Anybody with ability can play in the big leagues. To last as long as I did with the skills I had, with the numbers I produced, was a triumph of the human spirit.
I hit a grand slam off Ron Herbel and when his manager Herman Franks came out to get him, he was bringing Herbel’s suitcase.
The highlight of my baseball career came in Philadelphia’s Connie Mack Stadium when I saw a fan fall out of the upper deck. When he got up and walked away, the crowd booed.
I did stand-up, weird and ignorant stuff about my career – anything for a laugh.
Sporting goods companies pay me not to endorse their products.
Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?
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