In the Negro Leagues, we’d play three games a day on the weekends. Then we’d ride the bus and travel to play the next day someplace else. You’d hang your shirt out the bus window...

I’m just a poor boy from the cornfields of Richmond, Virginia. I’m proud because I loved baseball and played with the best.

I always wanted to say I came out of the cornfields and got to the major leagues. That was my biggest thought. But now I can say I came out of the cornfields and got...