I was always a self-proclaimed poor slider.

I would always reserve a special place in my heart for Pittsburgh.

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

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

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

Vietnam helped me realize who the true heroes really are in this world. It's not the home-run hitters.