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Then there's Johnny Pesky, hit me countless number of ground balls and improved my fielding so much.
Jerry Lumpe looks like the best hitter in the world until you put him in the lineup.
The sound of the bat is the music of spring training.
May the sun never set on American baseball.
The most overrated underrated player in baseball.
Julian of Norwich,
There's nobody as sexy as Robinson Cano in the box. I had a coach, Chris Sheff, who always told me to be as sexy as you can in the box.
I was trying to land an 18-year-old strapping first baseman from Blanco, Texas, population 200. His name was Willie Upshaw. It turned out there were only three scouts who knew about Willie - Dave Yocum and I working for the Yankees, and Al LaMacchia from the Atlanta Braves.
He was something like zero for twenty-one the first time I saw him. His first major league hit was a home run off me and I'll never forgive myself. We might have gotten rid of Willie (Mays) forever if I'd only struck him out.
Every time I look at my pocketbook, I see Jackie Robinson.
The best hitter I ever saw was Ted Williams.
Umpire Harold Bird, having a wonderful time, signalling everything in the world, including stopping traffic coming on from behind.
This guy don't come to the ballpark to beat you. He comes to beat you bad. This (Jackie) Robinson, he plays a ton.
I know who's the best pitcher I ever see and it's old Satchel Paige, that big lanky colored boy. My fastball looks like a change of pace alongside that little pistol bullet ole Satchel (Paige) shoots up to the plate.
On the mound is Randy Jones, the left-hander with the Karl Marx hairdo.
Baseball is sunshine, green grass, fathers and sons, our rural past.
As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.
Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.
I want to establish myself as the first Eric Davis, not the next Willie Mays.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
Nature in her whole drama never drew such a part; she has sometimes made a fool, but a coxcomb is always of a man's own making ...
Marvelous Marv was holding down first base. This is like saying Willie Sutton works at your bank.
Hebe's here, May is here!
The air is fresh and sunny;
And the miser-bees are busy
Hoarding golden honey.
When I start thinking in the batter's box, that's when I get into trouble.
Who is his manager? Milton Bradley.
The first pitch to Tucker Ashford is grounded into left field. No, wait a minute. It's ball one. Low and outside.
Mr. Rickey, I'll put more people in the park than anybody since Babe Ruth.
Baseball," he said. "Babe Ruth." Dixie Clay saw now that the boy wore a satchel honeycombed with rolled newspapers. The world was still going on, was it.
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.
There was no finer young man, said the people of Maycomb, than Henry Clinton. Jean Louise agreed.
Depending on how he gripped the ball and how hard he threw it, Satchel Paige had pitches that included the bat-dodger, the two-hump blooper, the four-day creeper, the dipsy-do, the Little Tom, the Long Tom, the bee ball, the wobbly ball, the hurry-up ball and the nothin' ball.
Babe Ruth was the home-run king of his time, but also the strikeout king.
Gilderoy Lockhart
I can't very well tell my batters don't hit it to him. Wherever they hit it, he's there anyway.
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
I went through baseball as 'a player to be named later.'
I jack, I rob, I sin. Aw man, I'm Jackie Robinson 'Cept when I run base, I dodge the pen
The day Mother Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? killed Father The Outlaw Josey Wales, they were arguing again about the Pre-Reddening game of Major League Baseball.
May, queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
I liked George Weiss when he was with the Yankees. He loved the Old Timers' Day. He loved it. And he invited all these people to come, all these players to come.
When you step into the batter's box, have nothing on your mind except baseball.
Adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine.
When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
Walks through the land in green attire.
And burns in meadow-grass the phlox
His torch of purple fire:
And when the punctual May arrives,
With cowslip-garland on her brow,
We know what once she gave our lives,
And cannot give us now!
May is much sunshine through small leaves.
A bird in the boughs sang "June,"
And "June" hummed a bee
In a Bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew.
If there was ever a man born to be a hitter it was me.
May sun finches warble sweet melodies in his ear,
John Henry Lloyd is the man I gave the credit to for polishing my skills. He taught me how to play third base and how to protect myself. John taught me more baseball than anyone else.
Pardon me, Mr. Craig, but how are we going to defense Mr. McCovey ... in the upper deck or the lower deck?
In the field of outdoor sports, the American boy is easily capable of devising his own amusements, and until some proof is adduced that baseball is not his invention, I protest against this systematic effort to rob him of his dues.
What's important is to get into the pitcher's head: to know what he's made of.
I owe my success to expansion pitching, a short right field fence, and my hollow bats.
Christy Mathewson brought something to baseball no one else had ever given the game. He handed the game a certain touch of class, an indefinable lift in culture, brains, and personality.
Little pitchers have big ears.
The greatest competitor was Bob Gibson. He worked so fast out there and he always had the hood up. He always wanted to close his own deal. He never talked to you because he was battling so hard. I sure as hell don't miss batting against him, but I miss him in the game.
batter hell-bent on hitting a home run.
The music of the busy bee Is drowsy, and it comforts me; But, ah! 'tis quite another thing, When that same bee concludes to sting! Andrew Downing (nineteenth-century American horticulturalist)
You're beautiful, like a May fly.
He (Babe Ruth) hits a ball harder and further than any man I ever saw.
When I step into the batter's box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.
Why the fairy tale of Willie Mays making a brilliant World Series catch, and then dashing off to play stickball in the street with his teenage pals. That's baseball. So is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying, 'I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.'
There's a man in Mobile who remembers that Honus Wagner hit a triple in Pittsburgh 46 years ago. That's baseball.
I told [reporters] that I sprinkled marijuana on my organic buckwheat pancakes, and then when I ran my five miles to the ballpark, it made me impervious to the bus fumes. That's when [Baseball Commissioner] Bowie Kuhn took me off his Christmas list.
Baseball is to our everyday experience what poetry often is to common speech - a slightly elevated and concentrated form.
Come with me, Douglass; I will defend you with my life. I want you for a special purpose. When I strike, the bees will begin to swarm, and I shall want you to help hive them.
Once (Stan) Musial timed your fastball, your infielders were in jeopardy.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers; Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. - ROBERT HERRICK
Joe Torre, who switched to first base because he didn't want to go through life as Chicken Catcher Torre. Never got a dinner!
Good afternoon ... My name is Lucy ... I'm going to be your right-fielder ... Our special today is a misjudged fly-ball. We also have a nice bobbled ground ball and an exellent late throw to the infield ... I'll be back in a moment to take your order.
Freddie Bryant is a brilliant young guitarist and composer.
Frederick Mitchell-Hedges,
To me, there is no more conscientious umpire in the Major Leagues than Jim Joyce. He gives you a hellacious effort every time.
I'm working on a new pitch. It's called a strike.
More John Doe than Mike May. He played with this changing
Warming up for the Brewers is that lefthander they got from the Mets, Bill Pulitzer.
He had a W.C. Fields twang and a nose like a prize strawberry.
There's a large oak tree in the Newton Centre park playground that is legendary because only a few humans have hit it with a baseball from home plate, and B.J. Novak is among them. And I was there that day.
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
Babe Ruth was not afraid to strike out. And it was this fearlessness that contributed to his remarkable career.
In the glory days of Orioles, when I was a newbie baseball writer for the Post, the roster of talkers was as good as the everyday lineup. Singy - Ken Singleton - Flanny, and Cakes - the underwear spokesman Jim Palmer - were my go-to guys, occupying stalls along one wall of the shabby chic clubhouse.
You Cannot Live as I Have Lived and Not End Up Like This: The Thoroughly Disgraceful Life & Times of Willie Donaldson.
The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.
Baseball skills schizophrenically encompass a pitcher's, a batter's and a fielder's.
I'm not really a pitcher; I just play one in the movies.
I became a better pitcher when I found a delivery in my flaw.
Sir, your baseball career may be over. You need to find a new profession. Gatewood answered, I've heard that before. (He had always come back. He would prove them wrong again.) (From Love and Death at the Encierro)
Wainwright's Fruit Emporium. Mr Wainwright is not able to take calls at this time since he is not right in the head and thinks he is a cucumber. Thank you for calling.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
My name is not 'The Best Player in Baseball.' My name is George Kenneth Griffey, Jr.
Every year we discuss Jackie Robinson Day, which is April 15. We talk about it throughout baseball, promote it throughout baseball.
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
Sammy Lee is another inbred player
Baseball is a man maker.
Jackie Robinson is a true legend.
I was a contact hitter my whole career but I learned how to handle the ball inside. And Ted Williams played a big part in that. He gave me the advice on how to handle inside pitches.
At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.
Through the last days of May and the early days of June, Eleanor
Below her, on rough benches, sat not only most of the trash in Maycomb County, but the county's most respectable men.
Pop flies, in a sense, are just a diversion for a second baseman. Grounders are his stock trade.