Quotes About Infield

There was a time when rival teams used a shift against me. They would put the second baseman on the shortstop's side of the bag, move the shortstop into the hole to his right, and have the third baseman hug the foul line. The idea was to build an infield wall against a known right-handed pull hitter.

You know, they call third base the 'hot corner.' I think our third baseman might be the reason.

I've always loved the infield, because I came up as an infielder.

I played American Legion ball starting when I was 14. But I didn't catch until I was 17. I was 75-3 as a high school pitcher, but it was like everybody knew that I was supposed to be a catcher. When the scouts would come around, and I was pitching, they'd make me take infield practice so the scouts could watch me throw.

I played Little League. I was a 'pitcher.' But we had a pitching machine, so I was just basically an 'in-infield' shortstop because all I got to do was field bloopers six feet from the plate. I couldn't hit, so that was pretty much my entire job.

Any time you play shortstop or center field, the majority of the baseballs are hit in the middle of the field.

When I move to second after playing right field, I feel like my action has gotten too deliberate, and I have to switch back into that quicker, boom-boom infield mode.

One of the things that stays behind in childhood is baseball infield chatter. "Hey batter, hey batter, batter . . . swing!" For instance, as an adult, I've never seen courtroom proceedings start with "Hey lawyer, hey lawyer, lawyer . . . sue!"

Davis fouls out to third in fair territory.

You have more time to make the play at second base than shortstop. That's why the game's more quick.

The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved.

Every time we came back from a rough mission we had to shake up the line-up and twice we had to find a whole new infield. They had a hot club in our squadron once before, the best in the whole division and then they went to Schweinfurt.

I see the game too slow from second base. That's why I like to play more short.

My love of horses began in College Park, with me and 10 friends on two couches and a keg of beer in the back of a truck, heading to Pimlico at 6 A.M. to mark our place in the middle of the Preakness infield, where we never saw a horse run.

I grew up as a baseball player, and given my modest size, it was always clear that I would end up playing in the infield.

As more speed afoot was constantly demanded for big league ball, I noticed the many infield bounders which the runner beat to first only by the thinnest fractions of a second.

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.