I'm a year at a time guy. If I have a good year, go on the next one. I want to go out on a high note.

When it's done, that's the right time. When it happens, I'm sure it will catch me off-guard and I'll be happy. And if it doesn't happen, I'll have to do what I have to do. I just want to put on the uniform and do what I do. It's the fans that make me play the way I play. When I get the energy out of right field, especially in the Yankees uniform, those fans make me do what I do. I couldn't have played with one arm in Colorado. You can't motivate me enough to do that. Only the Yankees fans bring that out of me.

I thought I knew there was a God. I always acknowledged that, but at the same time, I didn't live by those laws.

I wanted to retire after I played for the Mets. My family said wait one year, that there was no need to rush it. I gave it a year and now it's time to say goodbye.

I felt it cramp up on me. I tried to start over and regroup, but I just stopped before I hurt it more. I thought maybe I'd pull it if I kept going. Getting up and walking off myself was a good sign. I haven't had many problems with my legs.

That would be devastating to me. I should be able to come back quicker than if it was a hamstring. I'm going to get the anti-inflammatories and see how I feel tomorrow.