Roger Maris Lost His Hair The Season

I Would Like People Not To Think In Terms Of The 755 Home Runs I Hit But Think In Terms Of What I've Accomplished Off The Field And Some Of The Things I Stood For.

I Had Many, Many, Many Death Threats. I Couldn't Open Letters For A Long Time, Because They All Had To Be Opened By Either The Fbi Or Somebody. I Couldn't Open Letters. I Had To Be Escorted. In Fact, Just Recently I Went To A Funeral, Calvin Wardlaw, Who Was The Detective -- The Policeman -- With Me For Two Years, Passed Away Just Recently. He And I Got To Be Bosom Buddies Really, But That Was The Hardest Part. I Wasn't Able To Enjoy -- You Know.

Maybe The Day Will Come When I Can Sit Back And Be Content....but Until That Day Comes, I Intend To Stay In The Batter's Box - I Don't Let The Big Guys Push Me Out Of There Anymore - And Keep Hammering Away.

I Need To Depend On Someone Who Is Bigger, Stronger And Wiser Than I Am. I Don't Do It On My Own. God Is My Strength. He Gave Me A Good Body And Some Talent And The Freedom To Develop It. He Helps Me When Things Go Wrong. He Forgives Me When I Fall On My Face. He Lights The Way.

You Know What The Hardest Thing Is? What Nobody Wants To Understand -- Is Me. People Want Their Memories Of Me To Be My Memories Of Me. But You Know What? They're Not.