I'm A Very Lucky Guy. I Had

I Was Very Blessed With A Good Body. Never Got Hurt. Never Was In The Hospital. The Only Time I Was In The Hospital Was When I Would Get Exhausted A Little Bit, And Go In For A Check-up Or Something.

I Remember The Last Season I Played. I Went Home After A Ballgame One Day, Lay Down On My Bed, And Tears Came To My Eyes. How Can You Explain That? It's Like Crying For Your Mother After She's Gone. You Cry Because You Love Her. I Cried, I Guess, Because I Loved Baseball, And I Knew I Had To Leave It.

I Don't Mean To Be Bashful, But I Was

I'm Not The Type Of Guy To Go Out And Just Say, 'hey, I'm Raising My Fist To Do This And Do That.' I Don't Think I'm That Type Of Guy. I Wasn't A Leader The Way Other People May Have Wanted Me To Be.

One Of The Hardest Parts Of Practice Is The Criticism A Player Takes From His Coaches. Some Players Think A Coach Has It In For Them When A Flaw In Style Is Pointed Out ... I Know That When Things Start Going Wrong, For One, I Get The Coach To Keep His Eye On Me To See What I'm Suddenly Doing Wrong. I Can't See It Or I Wouldn't Be Doing It In The First Place.