I don't even have voice mail or answering machines anymore. I hate the phone, and I don't want to call anybody back. If I go to hell, it will be a small closet with a telephone in it, and I will be doomed and destined for eternity to return phone calls.
You fool around with different pitches playing catch, but it's not the same when you've got to face some guy with a bat in his hand.
I just thank God I can make a living doing something I enjoy as much as I do playing music.

