I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

In those days, your contract for the next year was based on your innings pitched.

It's been great. I'd like to do this again 50 years from now when I get to 100. Wherever I am, dig me up. Bring me back here. A couple times around the warning track and take me back to the hole where you picked me up.

The MRI scan looked like I had swallowed a cantaloupe. It was an abdominal aortic aneurysm. I was shocked because, except for the back pain, I felt good.

I had slumps that lasted into the winter.

The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up.