I had bad days on the field. But I didn't take them home with me. I left them in a bar along the way home.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had a great year and left my guts out on the field.
I came up under the wing of Larry Bowa, and one thing I did not do was ever take a day off from taking pregame groundballs or batting practice. Then the games were just having fun.
Every day I went to the ballpark in Yankee Stadium as well as on the road people were on my back. The last six years in the American League were mental hell for me. I was drained of all my desire to play baseball.
We used to play a lot outdoors, not in leagues, but just in our spare time.
I know a lot of people on the field - players, coaches, managers - are glad that I'm gone.
Everyday I walked on to the field I was the best center.
People may remember something I did on the field for a couple of days, maybe a week.
After I'd hit a home run and took my position in the field, the fans in the bleachers began throwing packages of tobacco at me. I stuffed them in my pocket.
Switching to the outfield was the best break I ever got.
The people in the villages had turned in on themselves. You can understand it. When you have a bad day on the field, what do you do? Talk to your teammates.