We do not quit playing because we grow old, we grow old because we quit playing.

When you’re only doing it for one play and you’re just not where you’re supposed to be, and freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, boy are you going to clean somebody’s clock for that one play.

We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.

Cris didn't play fair. He had watched half an hour — then come out and thrown once. One perfect toss, one dead ringer.