We're Not Raising Grass. We're Raising Boys.

We're Not Raising Grass. We're Raising Boys.

I Didn't Have Evil Intentions, But I Guess I Did Have Power.

How The Hell Can You Play Here?

I Always Tried To Watch The Pitcher And His Complete Windup From The Moment He Had The Ball In His Glove All The Way Through His Motion, And Tried To Follow It All The Way Out Of His Hand, All The Way To Home Plate.

I Remember One Spring When I Was Doing The Team's Telecasts, Bob Allison Was With Me, And We Were Walking Through The Clubhouse In Orlando. This Kid Who Was Trying To Make It With The Twins As An Outfielder Came Up To Me And Asked Who Was That With Me. I Said That's Bob Allison, And You Better Hope You Have As Good A Career As He Had.