When I Come Into A Game In

When I Come Into A Game In The Bottom Of The Ninth, Bases Loaded, No One Out And A One-run Lead ... It Takes People Off My Mind.

I Don't Know. I Never Smoked Astroturf.

I Dunno. I Never Smoked Any Astroturf. (when Asked Whether He Preferred Grass Or Astroturf

I Have No Trouble With The Twelve Inches Between My Elbow And My Palm. It's The Seven Inches Between My Ears That's Bent.

Ten Million Years From Now, When Then Sun Burns Out And The Earth Is Just A Frozen Iceball Hurtling Through Space, Nobody's Going To Care Whether Or Not I Got This Guy Out.