I just pick it up and throw it. He hit it. They scored. We didn't. That's it. It's over. It's history. OK?.

I keep telling myself, don't get cocky. Give your services to the press and the media, be nice to the kids, throw a baseball into the stands once in a while.

It's easy, man. I just take the ball and throw. Hard! It's a God-given talent! No one can teach it to you. They either hit it or they don't.

Charlie Finley has soured my stomach for baseball.

It's a weird scene. You win a few baseball games and all of a sudden you're surrounded by reporters and TV men with cameras asking you about Vietnam and race relations.

Sometimes in this game it's as good to be lucky as it is to be good.