He knows I was the guy who just kept coming back and screwing things up, so he had to send me back. I had no problem with it. I don't think he really cared for me too much, but I loved playing for him.

He's got great hands and good feet, and a real good arm.

Brett would try to pull the ball into the right-field seats in New York.

You have to laugh about things. Knowing full well, they are going to be a little nervous. You just have to keep talking to them and making them know this is the same old game.

It's old-timer's weekend. I'll probably see him then.

I was gone, down to Double-A. Not even Triple-A. You just kind of learned real quick from dealing with him that he wants to win really bad. If you're one of the guys he thinks is in the way of that, you're gone.