How The Hell Can You Play Here?

We're Not Raising Grass. We're Raising Boys.

When I Was 14, And For The Next Four Years, I Was Lifting And Hauling 10-gallon Milk Cans Full Of Milk. That Will Put Muscles On You Even If You're Not Trying.

My Father Used To Play With My Brother And Me In The Yard. Mother Would Come Out And Say, 'you're Tearing Up The Grass'; 'we're Not Raising Grass,' Dad Would Reply. 'we're Raising Boys.'

Joe Mauer's The Real Deal. He Is Absolutely Wonderful. Not Only Is He A Great Player, But He's A Great Human Being. He's The Kind Of Guy You'd Like To See Be Your Son.

I Remember One Spring When I Was Doing The Team's Telecasts, Bob Allison Was With Me, And We Were Walking Through The Clubhouse In Orlando. This Kid Who Was Trying To Make It With The Twins As An Outfielder Came Up To Me And Asked Who Was That With Me. I Said That's Bob Allison, And You Better Hope You Have As Good A Career As He Had.