I Was Three Over. One Over A

I Could Have Played Another Year, But I Would Have Been Playing For The Money, And Baseball Deserves Better Than That.

My Father Cared A Lot About Me, But He Never Gave Me The Satisfaction Of Really Knowing It. Hitting .390 Wasn't Enough For Him. Nothing Seemed To Be. He Was Not Trying To Be Mean. He Was Just Seeing To It That I Never Got Self-satisfied, That I Worked Hard To Get The Most Out Of What I Had.

He Said I Couldn't Do (off The Field) What I Did When I Was 23 Or 24, And I Paid Attention To Him. Damn It, I Got A Trainer And Went To Spring Training In The Best Shape Of My Career And In 1985 Had The Best Season I Ever Had And We Won The World Series. Before That, I Didn't Know How Long I Was Going To Play. That Talk With Mr. Fogelman Was The Most Inspiring Talk I Ever Had With Anyone.

Do I Want Someone To Get More Hits Than Me? No. Do I Want Someone To Hit More Home Runs Than Me? No. Do I Want Someone To Have More Rbi Than Me? No. I Get A Kick Out Of Seeing The All-time Leaders And My Name's On Top Of Every One, With The Exception Of Strikeouts. I Get A Kick Out Of That.

I'm A Ballplayer. I Know How Hard The Game Is... And Anybody That Makes It In The Hall Of Fame, I Support. They Become A Member Of Our Special Fraternity.