Life Is Too Short To Worry About

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.

People Saw Me As Being Heroic, But I Was No More Heroic Than I Was With Other Injuries I Had, Like The Lacerated Kidney I Suffered During The 1990 World Series. It's Just That People Haven't Known Anyone With A Lacerated Kidney, But Everyone Can Relate To Someone With Cancer.

I Was Hitting .360 When I Was Diagnosed. I Didn't Forget How To Play While I Was Recovering. I Don't Know If The Cancer Is Gone For Good. I Don't Think Anyone Ever Knows, But No One Is Going To Steal My Joy For As Along As I'm Able To Play Baseball.

I'd Never Heard Of Colon Cancer. Baseball Wasn't Even Important To Me. I Have A Wife And Two Girls. That's What Was Important. The Doctors Told Me And All I Could Say Was, 'when Are We Going To Get This Thing Out?'

People Always Ask Me How I Can Hit The Ball So Far, And I Say, 'i Just Swing.' It's The Coaches Who First Told Me I Had Good Bat Speed. I Was Just Swinging, And I Guess It Was Fast. I'm Pretty Fast At Everything.