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When He (roger Clemens) Threw The Bat (during Game 2 Of The 2000 World Series), I Basically Walked Out And Kept Asking Him What His Problem Was. He Really Had No Response. I Was Trying To Figure Out Whether It Was Intentional Or Not. I Was Going To Ask Him. If It Was, Then Obviously He Really No Had Response. I Was More Shocked And Confused Than Anything.

A Pitcher Never Gets Me Out. I Get Myself Out. That's No Disrespect To The Pitcher, But There Should Be No Excuse For Failure. You Can't Have An Excuse To Fail.

I Found It Hugely Insulting That People Believed I'd Go So Far Out Of My Way - Living With Playmates, Vacationing With Actresses, Showing Up At Nightclubs - To Act Out A Lifestyle That Would Amount To A Charade. If I Was Gay, I'd Be Gay All The Way.

Nobody Wanted Me. Scouts Told Me To Go To School, To Forget Baseball. Coaches Said, 'you're Never Going To Make It.' I Appreciated Their Honesty, Because I Think When Someone Tells You Something You May Not Like, You Have To Use That As Fuel For Motivation.

When You're 25, You Can Eat Hamburgers And Pizza And Drink Beer And Stay Out All Night And Come Out The Next Day And Drink A Couple Cups Of Coffee And Just Play. If I Did That Today, My Heart Would Stop And I'd Need A Stretcher And An Iv.