Everybody knows what kind of player Bobby was, but I'll miss him most as a man. He was probably the best friend I ever had in this game. On the buses and planes, in the clubhouse, he was a joy to be around, so happy all the time, always looking for something to laugh about. He had something going on with each player. It's kind of unique in baseball when a person – especially a superstar like him – can get along so well with twenty-five different players. I've never heard anybody talk about Clemente being aloof. Any time a guy would be going bad – say, Oliver or Cash – next day you'd see Clemente sitting by his locker, talkin' to him. Nobody else around – just real quiet talk. Players on other teams used to come to Clemente and ask, "What am I doing wrong?" He'd tell 'em no matter what it cost our club – that guy could beat us a ball game – but none of our players felt bad when he tried to help somebody. That's the way he was.