Where are all your baseball mementos? Isn’t it typical of ex-athletes to have a trophy room? I think 99 percent of guys that I played with will have a room with all of their things in it. I don’t have that. Most of my stuff is at my parents’ house. I remember when I went to Tom Seaver’s house in Greenwich when I was 22 years old. I was in his office, and there were two drawers open that were just full of baseballs. So I mustered up enough nerve during dinner to ask him. He goes, ‘Those are the shutouts.’ I was, like, Oh, I get it. I’ll never fill a bureau full of baseballs.

Do you defer to Joanna on design decisions — like, say, furnishing this room? I defer completely. One of the great things about getting old is that you have no problem deferring. I was on the road. And then I came back and it looked like this.

Take me back to your first apartment in New York when you were a rookie for the Mets. My first apartment that was all my own was a five-story walk-up on East 53rd Street. That’s one of the exits off the F.D.R., so it’s one of the busier streets, which I thought was cool. Until you live there and it’s not that cool.

The bedroom overlooked the Metropolitan Cafe. I remember they had outdoor seating, and the beautiful smell of the food would permeate the entire apartment. I would have daydreams that someday I’m going to make enough money that I can eat at the Metropolitan Cafe. It was inspirational in its aromas.