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

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.

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

I was always a self-proclaimed poor slider.

I'm a God-fearing man who worships with my heart and with my life.