These balls weren't even close, so I walked every time. Finally my manager told me to just swing anyway, so I popped up trying to hit a ball two feet outside.

They're 10 years ahead of us over there. That was the best time of my life. They (Japanese) don't just let anyone in, but once they see that you can hit home runs they love you.

That was just the icing on the cake. It was time for both sides to part, they were bitter and I was bitter. It was like everyone against me all of a sudden.

I'm just a small fish in the big pond of professional baseball. I'm very proud of and proud for all those who made it. A long time ago, they all went through a lot to make it easier for a guy like me.

If I can live in Japan for 10 years, learn how to speak Japanese and learn a different culture and eat all the sushi I ate, I can do just about anything. It'll be a challenge but at the same time, a great experience. Whatever happens, happens. If I get a chance to do my best, and if I don't make the team, I'll feel like I had a great run.

I'm going to go home and be a father. That's it.

My agent was talking back and forth with the general manager, and last week he asked me if I could get to Sarasota by Tuesday. I said no problem.

I got a chance. Of course I wanted to play a little longer. Everybody does. Sometimes things don't work out in your favor, but it's OK. I'll keep my head up and know I gave my best.

This bag has brought me a lot of luck. Hopefully, it still does.