There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.
I love September, especially when we're in it.
I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.
Life is one big transition.
To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.
Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.
Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.
A World Series trophy is a wonderful thing to behold.
Judgment traps you within the limitations of your comparisons. It inhibits freedom.
Helping someone is what life is all about.
The bat is gone, but the smile remains.
I would always reserve a special place in my heart for Pittsburgh.
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.
To be successful, one must take chances.
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