Hating the Yankees isn’t part of my act. It is one of those exquisite times when life and art are in perfect conjunction.
BILL VEECKSuffering is overated.
More Bill Veeck Quotes
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There are only two seasons – winter and Baseball.
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I don’t break the rules. I merely test their elasticity.
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I don’t mind the high price of stardom. I just don’t like the high price of mediocrity.
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The most beautiful thing in the world is a ballpark filled with people.
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Baseball is the only game left for people. To play basketball, you have to be 7 feet 6 inches. To play football, you have to be the same width.
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The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.
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I don’t want the natural athlete — I want a guy who’ll go after the hard ones.
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Baseball is almost the only orderly thing in a very unorderly world. If you get three strikes, even the best lawyer in the world can’t get you off.
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People identify with the swashbuckling individuals, not polite little men who field their position well. Sir Galahad had a big following – but I’ll bet Lancelot had more.
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It never ceases to amaze me how many of baseball’s wounds are self-inflicted.
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When there is no room for individualism in ballparks, then there will be no room for individualism in life.
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You give a thousand people a can of beer and each of them will drink it, smack his lips and go back to watching the game. You give 1,000 cans to one guy, and there is always the outside possibility that 50,000 people will talk about it.
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Next to the confrontation between two highly honed batteries of lawyers, jungle warfare is a stately minuet.
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What we have are good gray ballplayers, playing a good gray game and reading the good gray Wall Street Journal. They have been brainwashed, dry-cleaned and dehydrated!…
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Wake up the echoes at the Hall of Fame and you will find that baseball’s immortals were a rowdy and raucous group of men who would climb down off their plaques and go rampaging through Cooperstown, taking spoils….
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