I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June.
This is a strange game.
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.
You don't always make an out. Sometimes the pitcher gets you out.
I loved the game. I loved the competition. But I never had any fun. I never enjoyed it. All hard work all the time.
And if I have my choice between a pennant and a triple crown, I'll take the pennant every time.
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.
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.
I remember I was a scared rookie, hitting .220 after the first three months of my baseball season, and doubting my ability.
I never stay away from workouts. I work hard. I've tried to take care of my body. I'll never look back and say that I could have done more. I've paid the price in practice, but I know I get the most out of my ability.