Again, like I said, I went out to play the game of baseball because I love to play it. I did it right. I did it the right way. I worked hard doing it.

Everybody kind of perceives me as being angry. It's not anger, it's motivation.

Some of my finest memories are from my time at the University of Texas. College baseball, I love it.

My legs felt fine, ... I still need to get a little more strength in my lower half, but I think Jim Hickey, our pitching coach, and the skipper were happy with the way I was getting out over my front leg. So it makes a big difference; without the burning sensation in my leg, it was a lot nicer. My control was still off, and I think that was what was aggravating me a little early.

I have met with a number of teams. But right now my thoughts are geared to the World Baseball Classic and to be effective for these games. After the games, I'll make a decision on that (his future).

I felt fine. It was nice to get everything underway. It was neat getting back out there, seeing the fans and getting into a baseball atmosphere.

This is what playoff baseball is all about. That's why you get up in December to work.

He hit the ball so hard, I couldn't even turn around in time to see it go over the fence.

I had to will my way through that game. Sometimes, it takes more than talent or more than a 95-mile-an-hour fastball. You have to will it.