“Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said "sure, every time".”

“I blinked, pushing myself up into a sitting position. I felt less like a truck had run over me and then backed up to make sure the job was done properly. Now it felt as if the truck had hit me only once.”

“I want you to do me a favor. I want you to hit me as hard as you can."I looked around and said, okay. Okay, I say, but outside in the parking lot.So we went outside, and I asked if Tyler wanted it in the face or in the stomach.Tyler said, "Surprise me."I said I had never hit anybody.Tyle said, "So go crazy, man."I said, close your eye.Tyler said, "No."Like every guy on his first night at fight club, I breathed in and swung my fist in a roundhouse at Tyler's jaw like in every cowboy movie we'd ever seen, and me, my fist connected with the side of Tyler's neck.”

“After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.”

“Every single time you crossed over for me and met me on my side. I realize now, I don't think I ever met you in the middle. And I don't think I ever once said that you for that.”

“I have observed that whenever you try to hit somebody, there is a tendency for them to try to hit you back.”