I like the idea of having to stay sober in public, knowing that people are watching me. Now they won't be buying me drinks. They'll expect me not to drink. For all those years I lived the life of somebody I didn't know. A cartoon character. From now on, Mickey Mantle is going to be a real person.
I still can't remember much of the last 10 years, but from what I've been told, I really don't want those memories. I'm looking forward to the memories I'll have in the next 10 years.
I'm hitting the golf ball good these days. I don't have the shakes anymore. Whenever my liver comes back and the platelet count in my blood gets better, I'm going to have artificial knees put in. While I was at Betty Ford, I started walking, and I went from 214 pounds to 204. To have those guys at Preston Trail and my family and people I haven't seen in a while say, "Man, I'm glad you went to Betty Ford, you look great"—well, it makes me feel good. I really feel like I won the World Series.
I can't wait to go back to my restaurant in New York and see how they react when I order a Diet Coke instead of the "breakfast of champions."