I'm like the Shaolin monk, the counselor in the clubhouse.

Sometimes I get so pumped up, I get a headache. I get woozy. I get dizzy. I like that feeling, I don't know why.

When we came up, we were always told go the opposite field no matter what. If you didn't go the opposite field when I first came up, you weren't going to play. It was said you had to force inside pitches to right field to stay in the lineup.

Hopefully, he doesn't get eaten up by that. Hopefully, they don't swallow him.

I love the Twins, ... I bleed the Twins. That's all I know. If I go anywhere else, I'd be a foreigner.

Nothing in baseball can bring me down to the level where I was growing up in Pine Bluff, crying and broke. This is fun for me. Whenever you see me slumping, nah, I don't get upset; I'm all right.