I believe in God, but I’m not too clear on the other details.
BILL VEECKEvery baseball crowd, like every theatre audience, has its own distinctive attitude and atmosphere.
More Bill Veeck Quotes
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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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I do not think that winning is the most important thing. I think winning is the only thing.
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Suffering is overrated. It doesn’t teach you anything.
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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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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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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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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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Look, we play the Star Spangled Banner before every game. You want us to pay income taxes, too?
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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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The season starts too early and finishes too late and there are too many games in between.
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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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I don’t break the rules. I merely test their elasticity.
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Every baseball crowd, like every theatre audience, has its own distinctive attitude and atmosphere.
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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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