Basketball, hockey and track meets are action heaped upon action, climax upon climax, until the onlooker's responses become deadened.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments.
England and America should scrap cricket and baseball and come up with a new game that they both can play.
One of the chief duties of the fan is to engage in arguments with the man behind him.
Wives of ballplayers, when they teach their children their prayers, should instruct them how to say.
When you're in a slump, it's almost as if you look out at the field and it's one big glove.
All requests for leave of absence on account of grandmother's funeral, sore throat.
No matter how good you are, you're going to lose one-third of your games.
I'm convinced that every boy, in his heart, would rather steal second base than an automobile.
Baseball is not necessarily an obsessive-compulsive disorder, like washing your hands 100 times a day, but it's beginning to seem that way.
Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer.
Baseball, to me, is still the national pastime because it is a summer game.
If people don't want to come out to the ball park, nobody's going to stop them.
I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
Confucious say: Baseball wrong - man with four balls cannot walk.
Baseball is an island of activity amidst a sea of statistics.
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