Look, we play the Star Spangled Banner before every game. You want us to pay income taxes, too?
BILL VEECKIt never ceases to amaze me how many of baseball’s wounds are self-inflicted.
More Bill Veeck Quotes
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Though it is a team game by definition, it is actually a series of loosely connected individual efforts.
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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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When there is no room for individualism in ballparks, then there will be no room for individualism in life.
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Deplore it if you will, but Grover Cleveland Alexander drunk was a better pitcher than Grover Cleveland Alexander sober.
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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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This is a game to be savored, not gulped. There’s time to discuss everything between pitches or between innings.
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Every baseball crowd, like every theatre audience, has its own distinctive attitude and atmosphere.
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The season starts too early and finishes too late and there are too many games in between.
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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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If there is any justice in this world, to be a White Sox fan frees a man from any other form of penance.
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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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Hating the Yankees isn’t part of my act. It is one of those exquisite times when life and art are in perfect conjunction.
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Suffering is overrated. It doesn’t teach you anything.
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Baseball is the only thing beside the paper clip that hasn’t changed
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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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