I don't want anybody to panic. I'm not pitching. I'm just throwing out the first ball.

If the writers want to put cheaters in the Hall of Fame, that's their prerogative,

I'm learning as the years go by how many great athletes and coaches there are up here. I've been living on the lake here since 1987, and I keep asking myself why I didn't move here sooner.

It will be interesting to see if the guys who are caught walk up to a Henry Aaron, Willie Mays, Frank Robinson and say to them,

Fifty games - sometimes I don't think that's enough.

We're all very proud of that boy, not just because he's a good hitter, but because he's a real good kid.

I think it just shows you how many great athletes and their great achievements we have here in Northeast Georgia.

No doubt about it (before) 500 home runs, 3,000 hits one out of two is good enough. But right now? The jury is still out for me until I evaluate everything.

There's very few pitching coaches that I worked with that actually came out on the mound and told me what I was doing wrong with the knuckleball. Because they just didn't know. So I had to figure it out. I was on my own.

I remember going to see my dad pitch against other coal-mining teams, and he was successful with the knuckleball. I saw how bad guys would look like swinging, and how guys talked about how he could throw every day and didn't hurt his arm. That's how I grew up learning.