In 1988, after every win I would walk into the clubhouse and scream at the top of my lungs, "How sweet it is!"
Kirk Gibson, who the young players followed around like chicks following around the mama duck, would yell, "The fruits of victory!"
I couldn’t have been happier. A lot of people were telling me not to worry, and that spring training games don’t matter. But to me, there are two teams on the field. One has to win and the other has to lose. And I’d rather be the one who wins.
My boy, Brad Penny, who I am trying to groom to win the Cy Young, pitched for five shutout innings, only giving up one hit.
Andre Ethier hit a two-run home run and we never looked back. In fact, coming into today’s game, I only had 1,599 career wins, so today’s win gets me 1,600. I hope they don’t have to change my plaque in Cooperstown.