People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.
You could ask any position player and they'll tell you: pitchers aren't athletes.
I don't hide my feelings, but when it comes to illness, I guess I don't panic. My father was the same way. I'm the provider for the family and the caretaker. If I panic, who is anybody going to run to?
I've made mistakes, I've misspoke, I am sure I will again sometime, but that happens, that's part of being human in my book. I'm OK with that. I've never done it maliciously, ever.
I care what people think, but that doesn't change what I say. I am who I am.
Before I pitch any game, from spring training to Game 7 of the World Series, I'm scared to death.
Have I said dumb things? Absolutely, who hasn't? But I have never backed away from being called out on something I did or said wrong.
Larry, you only told me one lie. You said there will be another Larry Bird. Larry, there will never, ever be another Larry Bird.
You're a wizard," I snapped. "Can't you just use magic to make your own food?" "Ah, yes," he retorted. "Because mud pies are so very delicious and the wind fills empty stomachs quite nicely.
When the music stopped, it could have been forever since we'd begun. My grandfather took a step back, and the light grew yellow at his back. 'I'm going,' he said. 'Where?' I asked. 'Don't worry, sweetheart. You're so close. ' He turned and walked away, disappearing rapidly into spots and dust. Infinity.
When life becomes an extended picnic, with nothing of importance to do, ideas of greatness become an irritant. Such is the nature of the Europe syndrome.