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.
BILL VEECKWhen the Supreme Court says baseball isn’t run like a business, everybody jumps up and down with joy. When I say the same thing, everybody throws pointy objects at me.
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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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The season starts too early and finishes too late and there are too many games in between.
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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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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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When the Supreme Court says baseball isn’t run like a business, everybody jumps up and down with joy. When I say the same thing, everybody throws pointy objects at me.
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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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I don’t break the rules. I merely test their elasticity.
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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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The most beautiful thing in the world is a ballpark filled with people.
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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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I don’t want the natural athlete — I want a guy who’ll go after the hard ones.
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How can you be a sage if you’re pretty? You can’t get your wizard papers without wrinkles.
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There are only two seasons – winter and Baseball.
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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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