I'm A Ballplayer, Not An

You Start Chasing A Ball And Your Brain Immediately Commands Your Body To 'run Forward, Bend, Scoop Up The Ball, Peg It To The Infield,' Then Your Body Says, 'who Me?'

I'm Proud To Have Been A Yankee. But I Have Found More Happiness And Contentment Since I Came Back Home To San Francisco Than Any Man Has A Right To Deserve. This Is The Friendliest City In The World.

I Feel Like I Have Reached The Stage Where I Can No Longer Produce For My Club, My Manager, And My Teammates. I Had A Poor Year, But Even If I Had Hit .350, This Would Have Been My Last Year. I Was Full Of Aches An Pains And It Had Become A Chore For Me To Play. When Baseball Is No Longer Fun, It's No Longer A Game.

You Always Get A Special Kick On Opening Day, No Matter How Many You Go Through. You Look Forward To It Like A Birthday Party When You're A Kid. You Think Something Wonderful Is Going To Happen.

There's Always Some Youngster Coming Up- They'll Find Somebody.