Joaquin Andujar

I throw the ball ninety-two miles an hour, but they hit it back just as hard.

There is one word in America that says it all, and that one word is, 'You never know.'

If I was crazy, I'd throw the ball into the stands with the bases loaded. Now, that's crazy. If I was stupid, I'd throw the ball into center field with the bases loaded and a 3-2 count on the hitter. Now, that's stupid.

I don't know why sportswriters always have to write bad things about Joaquin Andujar.

I tell you what. 85 percent of the sportswriters think I'm stupid or a clown or something. They think I'm crazy.

I win or I die.

You can't worry if it's cold; you can't worry if it's hot; you only worry if you get sick. Because then if you don't get well, you die.

Why is there no respect for Joaquin Andujar?

I throw the ball ninety two miles an hour but they hit it back just as hard.