I Don't Mean To Be Bashful, But

I Remember The Last Season I Played. I Went Home After A Ballgame One Day, Lay Down On My Bed, And Tears Came To My Eyes. How Can You Explain That? It's Like Crying For Your Mother After She's Gone. You Cry Because You Love Her. I Cried, I Guess, Because I Loved Baseball, And I Knew I Had To Leave It.

At Ten I Was Playing Against 18-year-old Guys. At 15 I Was Playing Professional Ball With The Birmingham Black Barons, So I Really Came Very Quickly In All Sports.

It Isn't Hard To Be Good From Time To Time In Sports. What Is Tough, Is Being Good Every Day.

I Always Enjoyed Playing Ball, And It Didn't Matter To Me Whether I Played With White Kids Or Black. I Never Understood Why An Issue Was Made Of Who I Played With, And I Never Felt Comfortable, When I Grew Up, Telling Other People How To Act

In Order To Excel, You Must Be Completely Dedicated.