I think about baseball when I wake up in the morning. I think about it all day and I dream about it at night. The only time I don't think about it is when I'm playing it.
The three-thousand hitting thing was the first time I let individual pressure get to me. I was uptight about it. When I saw the hit going through, I had a sigh of relief more than anything.
I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June.
I was lucky enough to have the talent to play baseball. That's how I treated my career. I didn't think I was anybody special, anybody different.
This is a strange game.
You don't always make an out. Sometimes the pitcher gets you out.
And if I have my choice between a pennant and a triple crown, I'll take the pennant every time.