I want to rip out his heart and feed it to Lennox Lewis. I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children.
I was showing early symptoms of becoming a professional baseball man. I was lying to the press.
I went through baseball as "a player to be named later."
I went to a fight the other night, and a hockey game broke out.
You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time.