It was a weird night. We could have been written off. Now we've got to go out and win some ballgames. Preferably three.

I'm gaining weight the right way: I'm drinking beer.

He loved the Big Apple. He loved the spotlight as a Yankee. And now he loves to beat 'em.

You know, a lot of people say they didn't want to die until the Red Sox won the World Series. Well, there could be a lot of busy ambulances tomorrow.

He can set you up with a changeup, then throw an 88-mph fastball by you.

There's not many teams who fail to pursue their most popular player or one of their better players. I know the Yankees would never be like that.