I love September, especially when we're in it.

People like us are afraid to leave ball. What else is there to do? When baseball has been your whole life, you can't think about a future without it, so you hang on as long as you can.

To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.

I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.

Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.

Oakland revolved around Forbes Field. Nothing in the city could match that atmosphere.