He breaks a lot of my at-bats. Maybe I ought to send him a bill.

come on Joe, just send him in so we can get our bats cranking!

I'm gaining weight the right way: I'm drinking beer.

He loved the Big Apple. He loved the spotlight as a Yankee. And now he loves to beat 'em.

You know, a lot of people say they didn't want to die until the Red Sox won the World Series. Well, there could be a lot of busy ambulances tomorrow.

He can set you up with a changeup, then throw an 88-mph fastball by you.