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Trying to hit Sandy Koufax was like trying to drink coffee with a fork.

Trying to analyze a situation without enough data was like looking at a photograph of a ball in flight and trying to gauge its direction. Is it going up, down, sideways? Is it about to collide with a baseball bat? Is it moving at all, or is something on the blind side holding it in place? A single frame didn't mean a thing. Patterns were based on data. With enough datapoints, you could predict just about anything.

Turning seventy is like beginning the eighth inning of a baseball game. The contest is nearing completion, but there's likely to be some action, and even a few exciting plays, before the game draws to an end.

Turner was like a pencil. He bent around that pitch!

Twenty years ago rooting for the Yankees was like rooting for IBM.

Two hundred million Americans, and there ain't two good catchers among 'em.

Ty Cobb was still fighting the Civil War, and as far as he was concerned, we were all damn Yankees. But who knows, if he hadn't had that terrible persecution complex, he never would have been about the best ballplayer who ever lived.

Understand that you own nothing. Everything that surrounds you is temporary. Only the love in your heart will last forever.

Unfortunately, the rumors are going to be a part of it. But that's OK. I'm probably tested more than anybody else. I'm not hiding anything. That stuff didn't help me hit home runs. I don't care what people say, nothing is going to give you that gift of hitting a baseball.

Us ballplayers do things backward. First we play, then we retire and go to work.

Use emotional awareness and pay attention to your body - look [and locate] concrete physical sensations - like stabbing, aching, throbbing - and [distinguish and define them] by saying things like, "it is the size of a golf ball or it is the size of a baseball" - do whatever you can do to find painful physical sensations.

Up until the time I was 14 years old, I was sure that I was going to be a big-league baseball player. But that dream came to a rude awakening when I got cut from my high school baseball team.

Wake up muscles we're in New York now.

Wait'll next year! is the favorite cry of baseball fans, football fans, hockey fans, and gardeners.

Waking up every day and coming to the ballpark and playing baseball ... that's a good feeling.

Wall Street bankers supposedly back the Yankees; Smith College girls approve of them. God, Brooks Brothers, and United States Steel are believed to be solidly in the Yankees' corner... The efficiently triumphant Yankee maching is a great institution, but, as they say, who can fall in love with U.S. Steel?

Want to play baseball?’” she asked. Shane’s eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. “What?’” “First base,’” she said. “You’re already there.’” “I’m not running the bases.’” “Well, you could at least steal second.’” “Jeez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.

Walter Johnson's fastball looked about the size of a watermelon seed and it hissed at you as it passed.

Was Ty Cobb psychotic throughout his baseball career? The answer is yes.

Watch the old man. Watch how the old man keeps the guys who aren't playing happy.

We all used to collect baseball cards that came with bubble gum. You could never get the smell of gum off your cards, but you kept your Yankees cards pristine.

We didn't do anything fancy. We just played blue-collar baseball.

We [Americans] are a football-baseball-basketball-golf culture with some ocassional forays into tennis and less often the winter sports.

We are inclined to think that if we watch a football game or a baseball game, we have taken part in it.

We have worked very hard to accommodate the requests from the Mayor and the Council that changed the terms of the agreement that brought the Montreal Expos to Washington. Because we believe in the future of Baseball in the nation's capital, we have signed a lease that honors the 2004 agreement, while conforming to the emergency legislation that the Council passed last month.

We get what we deserve. When we allow dirty players to be sanitized and called "intense competitors," when we accept classless gestures and taunting as healthy enthusiasm, when we cheer for the barbaric, eye-for-an-eye mentality of players throwing baseballs at each other, we get what we deserve.

We have an obligation to spread amateur baseball both at home and abroad. Building up the game at all levels - Little League, Babe Ruth Leagues, the colleges - is in our own self-interest. That's where the pool of talent is - and also of fans.

We know you can bunt, Mick. You're not down here to bunt. You're here to get some hits and get your swing back.

We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other.

We know next year was suppose to be our year, but we didn't feel like waiting when we think we can win now.

Well, boys, it's a round ball and a round bat and you got to hit the ball square.

Well, I beat my man. Now it's up to you to beat yours.

Well I can't rightly say (which player hit the ball hardest), but the ones (home runs by) Ruth hit got smaller quicker.

Well, baseball was my whole life. Nothing's ever been as fun as baseball.

Well, my favorite sport as a kid was clearly baseball.

Well, it looks like the all-star balloting is about over, especially in the National and American Leagues.

Well, I hope before Glenn goes, he'll come up here so we can give him a big hug and a kiss, because that's the kind of guy he is.

Well, that's baseball. Rags to riches one day and riches to rags the next. But I've been in it 36 years and I'm used to it.

We [ me and brother] wanted to win at things like basketball games or baseball games, but off the field we never felt like we had to compete with each other.

Well, there are three things that the average man thinks he can do better than anybody else. Build a fire, run a hotel and manage a baseball team.

We (San Francisco) have football weather during baseball season, and baseball weather during football season.

We really had baseball in the family. Even that little habit I've got of chewing tobacco on the ball field sort of comes from my dad.

We're baseball players. We don't need guys telling us, 'Hey, you need to hurry. Hey, you need to do this. Hey, you need to step up.' We are professionals, we can do that without anybody telling us. I'm OK with it, but we need to do it on our own.

We need just two players to be a contender. Babe Ruth and Sandy Koufax.

We're the best team in baseball, but not by much.

We try to find chemistry; we don't do a lot of situational baseball.

We were the chosen rejects. We chose not to be apart of the popular crowd. I mean, I can rember a lot of times the more popular people, the 'jock type' of people who were into sports, and staying clean, and brushing there teeth all the time, they always asked me if I wanted to join their little club, and i decided not to, you know, I would rather hang out with the people who didn't get picked for the baseball team, you know, who smoke cigarettes and listen to rock 'n' roll music.

We used to have an all-Black baseball team, all Black stars and when White folks took Jackie Robinson and brought him into the major league that was the beginning of the crushing of Black baseball teams and leagues.

We try to exert a Ted Williams kind of discipline. In his book The Science of Hitting, Ted explains that he carved the strike zone into 77 cells, each the size of a baseball. Swinging only at balls in his "best" cell, he knew, would allow him to bat .400; reaching for balls in his "worst" spot, the low outside corner of the strike zone, would reduce him to .230. In other words, waiting for the fat pitch would mean a trip to the Hall of Fame; swinging indiscriminately would mean a ticket to the minors.

We used to play baseball back in that field and keep an eye out for the bulls.