It's always kind of stuck with us. We grew up together out there every summer.

It was a sloppy game on both parts. The bad thing is someone has got to lose, and the good thing is someone has got to win -- fortunately it was us.

'For what?' they asked us, ... 'If we go there, we'll be deported,' they said. 'If we go, we'll face revenge from the gangs in the neighborhood.' A lot of people are afraid to come forward.

They put the French doors in especially for us. The kids just love them.

He kept us in the game. He didn't walk anyone, he wasn't overpowering, but he kept the ball in the strike zone and did an overall good job.

Gentle Debby gave us a gentle kiss.