It's a joke. Let's face it. It's a joke. I don't want all that silly stuff.

We stunk. The whole ball of wax was lackluster. It's been going on here before and it's not going to happen. . . . They were ready to get on the plane and go to Oakland. If we won, it was OK. If we lost, it was OK. And that's not good enough.

I like 'em. They seem to be pretty good personalities. It's a lot looser than I thought it would be, which I'm glad. I think they like to have fun, and I like to have fun.

He's really a good guy. He's an intense guy and so am I. We have a lot in common, I think. I'm pulling for him.

I would like to play him at third base some. I know you think I'm nuts. He's got good hands. I'd like to play him in left field. This guy can be a real key for us if he's willing to pay the price. Don't sell this guy short. This guy has talent and I like him, and I don't care what anybody else says.

I was frustrated after a Florida State League game back in 1977 and threw my spike up against the wall. Unfortunately, it hit the picture.