I can play anywhere. First, third, left field, anywhere but Philadelphia.
I'd like to get out of Philadelphia. I don't care for the people or their attitude, although they don't bother me or my play. But maybe the Phillies can get a couple of broken bats and shower shoes for me.
I once loved this game. But after being traded four times, I realized that it's nothing but a business. I treat my horses better than the owners treat us. It's a shame they've destroyed my love for the game.
I don't think I'm as bad as I'm made out to be. I did things in Philadelphia, but I don't have any intention of doing those things in St. Louis.
Sparky Lyle threw me a slider, and it wound up in the seats. We won, and it was a memorable moment.
I don't know how the 'Richie' started. My name is Richard, and they called me Dick in the minor leagues.
I put a charge into a lot of balls. Still can.
I wish they'd shut the gates, and let us play ball with no press and no fans.
I'll play first, third, left. I'll play anywhere - except Philadelphia.
If a horse won't eat it, I don't want to play on it.
I'm one of those guys who would like to weigh about 115 pounds for a couple of hours in the afternoon and then go back to my own size about 5 o'clock.
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