Baseball hasn't forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven't lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times.
Not bragging by any means, but I could have done a lot of other stuff as far as working in films go and working in television... I had chances to do that stuff, but I like baseball, I really do.
Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?
The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up.
Sporting goods companies pay me not to endorse their products.
I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.
Any teammate of mine that had a kid and a boy that was capable of playing baseball, I think I set a terrific example of 'Don't do this' and 'Don't do that.' And that's one of the things that I'm most proud of.
I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I'd put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band. Today you don't have to do that, because catchers' mitts are more like first baseman's gloves.
I was acting when I was playing baseball.
After getting out of the service and going into baseball I never wanted to do anything else.
I led the league in go get 'em next time.
When I played baseball I got death threats all the time--from my mother.
People don't know this, but I helped the Cardinals win the pennant. I came down with hepatitis. The trainer injected me with it!
They broke it to me gently. The manager came up to me before a game and told me they didn't allow visitors in the clubhouse.
The highlight of my baseball career came in Philadelphia's Connie Mack Stadium when I saw a fan fall out of the upper deck. When he got up and walked away, the crowd booed.