The only way I’m going to win a Gold Glove is with a can of spray paint.
You know, this game’s not very much fun when you’re only hitting .247.
The only difference between me and those other great Yankees is my skin color.
I’d like to be able to light the fire a little bit.
I didn’t come to New York to be a star, I brought my star with me.
Please God, let me hit one. I’ll tell everybody you did it.
October, that’s when they pay off for playing ball.