Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.

Some suggestions for you :

I wasn't out drinking and abusing my body. I simply loved to go out and dance.

Vietnam helped me realize who the true heroes really are in this world. It's not the home-run hitters.

Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.

I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.

I owe a large part of my success to Joe Brown, who helped me both as a player and a person.

I was always a self-proclaimed poor slider.

I'm a God-fearing man who worships with my heart and with my life.

The Giants were a good team, but our biggest enemy was said to be Candlestick Park.

We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

My first job after my retirement from baseball was as a narrator for the Eastman Philharmonica.

They give you a round bat and they throw you a round ball and they tell you to hit it square.

People like us are afraid to leave ball. What else is there to do? When baseball has been your whole life, you can't think about a future without it, so you hang on as long as you can.

Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.