We just had a bunch of guys who liked each other, and we worked well together and sacrificed to win ball games. It was a real team effort.
I had to go out and give my team a chance. I didn't want to be remembered as the guy blowing the World Series.
Today, you hit .230, and you get a million and a half and think you're underpaid.
It was a crazy series, 1960. The Yankees were predicted to beat us four straight. And on paper, we couldn't match them because they had better players. But we also had twenty-five guys that wanted to win, and we did everything we could to win.
You sign a contract, and you abide by the contract. And sometimes my turn would come around on Sunday. Even though I didn't like to play baseball on Sunday, it was my job.
Our whole family had been sports oriented. My dad had played a lot of semipro but never had any opportunity to do anything with it. Back then, he had to make a living.