I Guess My Thermometer For My Baseball

That Is The Way This Game Is -- You Win, You Lose, You Celebrate And You Suffer.

I Really Love Baseball. The Guys And The Game, And I Love The Challenge Of Describing Things.

I Would Say Realistically, And I Don't Want Any Headlines, But I Would Say Realistically That Next Year Would Be The Last Year.

Naturally There Will Come A Time, When I Will Have To Say Goodbye, But I've Soul-searched And This Is Not The Time.

Clemente Could Field The Ball In New York And Throw Out A Guy In Pennsylvania.