I Don't Want To Be Famous. I

I Remember In 1990, There Were Five Of Us Making $3 Million A Year. When Guys Passed Us, We Didn't Cry. Why Would We Cry? You Didn't Get Mad When Someone Got $6 Million. Or $8 Million.

I'm Having A Good Time. I'm Going To Treat Every Game And Every Day As If They Are My Last Because I Now Know That They Could Be.

Come On, When Does It Come To The Point Where Your Name Can't Come Up In Trade Talks? Willie Mays Got Traded. Pedro Martinez Got Traded. So What? That's Part Of The Game.

I Was Hitting .360 When I Was Diagnosed. I Didn't Forget How To Play While I Was Recovering. I Don't Know If The Cancer Is Gone For Good. I Don't Think Anyone Ever Knows, But No One Is Going To Steal My Joy For As Along As I'm Able To Play Baseball.

I Don't Listen To What People Say About Me And I Don't Read What They Write About Me. People Can Compare Me To Anyone They Want To, But I'm Not Going To Worry About It.