All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

The high sentiments always win in the end, the leaders who offer blood, toil, tears, and sweat always get more out of their followers than those who offer safety and a good time. When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.

I went in at halftime and you could just tell he was hurt. He had tears in his eyes because he loves the game so much. To go down like that and know that you might not be able to play, it hurts.

I cried right after Game 6, ... I wasn't strong enough to stop the tears. It just hurt because I was a rookie guy and to go that far, you think you've got everything already by having a great team. I felt like OK, we got it. Now we're going to beat the Atlanta Braves. It wasn't that way. I was weak about [losing]. ... I couldn't eat for three to four weeks.

It won't hurt the field. And the teams can warm up behind the stadium -- there's plenty of space.