When I got to play stickball in New York, the kids would knock on my window in the morning. Like, if we got a day game or something, I’d be at the ball park at 12 o’clock, they would knock on at nine o’clock. Now I got to eat, I got to get up, I got to go out and play stickball with them for about 20 minutes, and then I had to go to the ball park. And I’m saying to myself, “I’m tired,” but I said, “No, these are kids.” We had no losers there. Everybody had ice cream. So I would take $20 out of my pocket every day, go play, buy the ice cream for all the kids, and they knew that, so they all loved that.