There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.
I enjoy coming to the ballpark every day. I don't go to work. I come here to play.
The way I perform best is with a clear and happy mind.
Different people, different backgrounds, different ideals. . . We walk in different doors at the beginning of the day, and we walk out of different doors at the end of the day. But when it is time to go out on that field, we all go through the same door.
I play baseball and I like to read. What makes that odd?
I've been given an opportunity right now and I'm going to run through a wall to try to take advantage of it.
Defense is a lot more natural to me than offense.
Some days it don't come easy Some days it don't come hard Some days it don't come at all And these are the days that never end
I Still Have Everything You Gave Me It is dusty on the edges. It is slightly rotten. I guard it without thinking. I focus on it once a year when I shake it out in the wind. I do not ache. I would not trade.
Better a live doggerel than a dead sonnet.
Courses that you've had success on, all of a sudden your game turns around because you feel comfortable on your tee shots, you feel comfortable going to the greens, you know, all the reads on the putts. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's certainly one that you get filled up with confidence more than anything else.