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From the way Denny's shaking his head, he's either got an injured shoulder or a gnat in his eye.

Gaylord Perry and Willie McCovey should know each other like a book. They've been ex-teammates for years now.

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It's hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

Gene Richards swings, the ball bounces foul and hits him in the head. No harm done.

Gentlemen, for the first 60 feet that was a hell of a pitch.

George Bowering doesn’t play fair. Baseball Love is so good there is no memoir in the league that can go up against it. Bowering has a sense of story and an eye for detail that eliminate the possibility that he was a lousy second baseman. Reading a home run is fun.

George Hendrick simply lost that sun-blown pop-up.

Get out the rye bread and mustard grandma, cause it's GRAND SALAMI TIME!

Give him a crowd, a gallery worthy of his best effort, and the old warrior will put on his show... He isn't what he use to be. But pack the stands, turn up the lights, and who is it brings down the house with his act? The Babe!

Give me five players like Robinson and a pitcher and I'll beat any nine-man team in baseball.

Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.

glancing back I got my first clear look at the monster. He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine-bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps, all stuffed like baseballs under vein-webbed skin. He wore no clothes except underwear-I mean, bright white fruit of the Looms.

God, I just love baseball.

God knows I gave my best in baseball at all times and no man on earth can truthfully judge me otherwise.

Going out and playing football or baseball with the boys, when I was a tomboy, was a great way to learn about winning and losing, and most girls didn't have that experience.

Going back down to the minors is the toughest thing to handle in baseball.

Golf is the only sport I know of where a player pays for every mistake. A man can muff a serve in tennis, miss a strike in baseball, or throw an incomplete pass in football and still have another chance to square himself. In golf, every swing counts against you.

Gonzo leaps like a giraffe and grabs it.

Good hitters don't just go up and swing. They always have a plan. Call it an educated deduction. You visualize. You're like a good negotiator. You know what you have, you know what he has, then you try to work it out.

Good pitching will always stop good hitting and vice-versa.

Good teams become great ones when the members trust each other enough to surrender the Me for the We.

Grantland Rice, the great sportswriter once said, 'It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game.' Well Grantland Rice can go to hell as far as I'm concerned.

Growing up, I actually wanted to be a professional Baseball player, instead of a radio DJ. Believe it or not.

Grass is the least rewarding of all status symbols... The grass does nothing but drink money, exhaust energies, crush spirits, destroy sleep, create tensions and interfere with the watching of baseball games, and sprout insolent signs ordering humans to keep off it.

Greaseball, greaseball, greaseball, that's all I throw him (Rod Carew), and he still hits them. He's the only player in baseball who consistently hits my grease. He sees the ball so well, I guess he can pick out the dry side.

Growing up, I looked up to major league baseball players, and now these young women have amazing, incredible women all across the board, from swimming to gymnastics to softball to basketball.

Grubb goes back, back... He's under the warning track and makes the play.

Greg Maddux is probably the best pitcher in all of baseball along with Roger Clemens. He's much more intelligent than I am because he doesn't have a 95 or 98 mph fastball. I would tell any pitcher who wants to be successful to watch him, because he's the true definition of a pitcher.

Growing up is a ritual, more deadly than religion, more complicated than baseball, for there seem to be no rules. Everything is experienced for the first time.

Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

Hating the Yankees is as American as pizza pie, unwed mothers, and cheating on your income tax.

Hats off to drug abusers everywhere.

Hating the Yankees isn't part of my act. It is one of those exquisite times when life and art are in perfect conjunction.

Having Willie Stargell on your ball club is like having a diamond ring on your finger.

Have you thought about what it means to be a god?" asked the man. He had a beard and a baseball cap. "It means you give up your mortal existence to become a meme: something that lives forever in people's minds, like the tune of a nursery rhyme. It means that everyone gets to re-create you in their own minds. You barely have your own identity any more. Instead, you're a thousand aspects of what people need you to be. And everyone wants something different from you. Nothing is fixed, nothing is stable.

He batted against spitballs, shineballs, emeryballs and all the other trick deliveries. He never figured anything out or studied anything with the same scientific approach I gave it. He just swung. If he'd ever had any knowledge of batting, his average would have been phenomenal. ... he seemed content to just punch the ball, and I can still see those line drives whistling to the far precincts. Joe Jackson hit the ball harder than any man ever to play baseball.

He bats like a lightning rod.

He foresaw the platooning that managers like Casey Stengel used years before it happened. He told me I had to be a switch-hitter if I was going to play.

He (Buck Showaleter) never even smelled a jock in the big leagues. Mr. Baseball never even got a hit in Triple-A. I was a better player than him, I have more money than him and I'm better looking than him.

He can be lethal death.

He can run anytime he wants. I'm giving him the red light.

He can run, steal bases, throw, hit for average, and hit with power like I've never seen. Just don't put him at shortstop.

He hits from both sides of the plate. He's amphibious.

Hector Torrez, how can you communicate with Enzo Hernandez when he speaks Spanish and you speak Mexican?

He (Eric Davis) gets power from his bat speed.....it's like he has cork in his arms.

He hit the ball so hard, I couldn't even turn around in time to see it go over the fence.

He (Jackie Robinson) knew he had to do well. He knew that the future of blacks in baseball depended on it. The pressure was enormous, overwhelming, and unbearable at times. I don't know how he held up. I know I never could have.

Hello again, everybody... It's a bee-yoo-tiful day for baseball.

He many not be hurt as much as he really is.

He looks like a greyhound, but he runs like a bus.