At the start of every season, I always asked myself - am I meeting my own standards? Can I still do it? I didn't want to come to the conclusion that I couldn't during a season.
No matter what time of year I come here, people always say the same thing: Its not usually like this.
Wait'll next year! is the favorite cry of baseball fans, football fans, hockey fans, and gardeners.
It's tough to tell a group of competitors that you'll get it next season.
I've never gone into a season thinking I didn't have something to prove.
I'm still a Chicagoan in the fact that I can't do Christmas with sand and palm trees. It just doesn't compute - it's not Christmas unless your face hurts when you step outside.
I can't stand comparisons to the past. It doesn't matter what we did in previous seasons.
Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.
The way I see it, an umpire must be perfect on the first day of the season and then get better every day.
