You Know, Baseball's Not Stupid.

It Doesn't Take Much To Get Me Up For Baseball. Once The National Anthem Plays, I Get Chills. I Even Know The Words To It Now.

People Say I Don't Have Great Tools. They Say That I Can't Throw Like Ellis Valentine Or Run Like Tim Raines Or Hit With Power Like Mike Schmidt. Who Can? I Make Up For It In Other Ways, By Putting Out A Little Bit More. That's My Theory, To Go Through Life Hustling. In The Big Leagues, Hustle Usually Means Being In The Right Place At The Right Time. It Means Backing Up A Base. It Means Backing Up Your Teammate. It Means Taking That Headfirst Slide. It Means Doing Everything You Can Do To Win A Baseball Game.

I'd Be Willing To Bet You, If I Was A Betting Man, That I Have Never Bet On Baseball.

I Made Mistakes. I Can’t Whine About It. I’m The One That Messed Up And I’m Paying The Consequences. However, If I Am Given A Second Chance, I Won’t Need A Third Chance. And To Be Honest With You, I Picked The Wrong Vice. I Should Have Picked Alcohol. I Should Have Picked Drugs Or I Should Have Picked Up Beating Up My Wife Or Girlfriend Because If You Do Those Three, You Get A Second Chance. They Haven’t Given Too Many Gamblers Second Chances In The World Of Baseball.

The Greatest Competitor Was Bob Gibson. He Worked So Fast Out There And He Always Had The Hood Up. He Always Wanted To Close His Own Deal. He Never Talked To You Because He Was Battling So Hard. I Sure As Hell Don't Miss Batting Against Him, But I Miss Him In The Game.