I'll have a stamp on me forever. There will always be questions. I brought new fans to the Orioles' organization, and that's good.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours.
I just asked myself, what piece of that man's soul did he just chew off and swallow to get next week's assignment? You know, just to live, just to work as an artist, or to feed the family?