I'm Disappointed About How My Career Ended.

Certain Guys, They Can See A Guy Do A Certain Thing With Their Glove And Know What Pitch Is Coming. I Couldn't Do That. But I Can Get On First Base And I Can Tell You By His Move If That Pitcher Is Going To First Base Or Home Plate Every Time.

I Like Playing For Oakland, They Have A Very Colorful Uniform.

Speeches And Me Don't Get Along Sometimes. It Is Kind Of Like Putting A Tie Too Tight On My Neck. I'm Going To Do Whatever Feels Right.

A Good Friend Of Mine Took Me Out And Had Me Hit Off A Tee. He Made Me Understand What Was My Strike Zone And - With My Speed - The Importance Of Making Contact. So I Give Him A Lot Of Credit For Changing My Game And Making Me The Player I Became. He Showed Me How To Work On Me And My Game, And Not Worry About Patterning Myself After Someone Else And Focusing On What They Were Capable Of Doing Rather Than What I Was Capable Of Doing.

I Have To Play Baseball To Make Me Happy. I Have To Be An Athlete. But When It's All Said And Done, I'll Be A Normal Father. A Normal-type House Man.