Just Putting My Uniform On Keeps Me

I Remember In 1990, There Were Five Of Us Making $3 Million A Year. When Guys Passed Us, We Didn't Cry. Why Would We Cry? You Didn't Get Mad When Someone Got $6 Million. Or $8 Million.

Everyone Would Like To Play In Their Hometown, But Right Now I Like Cincinnati, I Like The Way It's Going. I'm Happy.

People Spend Time Worrying About Things They Think They Have To Have And Lose Perception Of What They Do Have. You Can Have All The Money And Material Things You Want. If You Aren't Here To Enjoy Them, What Good Do They Do?

Just Putting My Uniform On Keeps Me Going. Being Able To Get Out There Keeps Me Going. That's The Best Therapy.

I've Been Operated On 13 Times.