Quotes About Dodgers

In 1958, Brooklyn Dodgers owner Walter O'Malley broke countless hearts when he moved the team known as the Boys of Summer to Los Angeles - dumping the guts and grit of Ebbets Field for the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.

I rooted for the Dodgers when they were in Brooklyn.

Watching Clayton Kershaw in the very first game of the 2014 season, I realized that he's not overpowering; he's deceptive. It's the sum of his parts that makes the Los Angeles Dodgers ace baseball's most successful pitcher.

I have great confidence in Rick Caruso's unique qualifications and his ability to lead a successful bid for the Los Angeles Dodgers.

The old Dodgers were something special, but of my teammates overall, there was nobody like Pee Wee Reese for me.

When we played the Dodgers in St. Louis, they had to come through our dugout, and our bat rack was right there where they had to walk. My bats kept disappearing, and I couldn't figure it out. Turns out, Pee Wee Reese was stealing my bats. I found that out later, after we got out of baseball. He and Rube Walker stole my bats.

I had no future with the Dodgers, because I was too closely identified with Branch Rickey. After the club was taken over by Walter O'Malley, you couldn't even mention Mr. Rickey's name in front of him. I considered Mr. Rickey the greatest human being I had ever known.

My idea of Heaven has nothing to do with fluffy clouds or angels. In my Heaven there's butter pecan ice cream and swimming pools and baseball games. The Brooklyn Dodgers always win, and I have the best seat in the house, right behind the Dodger's dugout. That's the only advantage that I can see about being dead: You get the best seat in the house.

Brooklyn was a famous team. I wanted to play for the Dodgers.

I am disappointed and disturbed by both the NFL and the Dodgers - but much more by the Dodgers.

O'Malley wanted to move the Dodgers out of Brooklyn because he saw the promised land. He was right about that, but to this day I think he was wrong to take the Dodgers out of Brooklyn.

I'm a big baseball fan, and I feel proprietary about the Dodgers. I'm not the owner. I'm not the manager. But I feel passionate about the decisions that they make, and I take it personally when they make decisions I don't like.

Meg made many moral rules, and tried to keep them, but what mother was ever proof against the winning wiles, the ingenious evasions, or the tranquil audacity of the miniature men and women who so early show themselves accomplished Artful Dodgers?

No, the Dodgers took Piazza in the 62nd round as a personal favor to help him find a Division I college baseball program. See, out of high school, Piazza (with the help of Lasorda) signed with the University of Miami, but he was entirely overmatched there. He got nine plate appearances and one hit. Seeing his future, he quit school.

Many children work hard to please their parents, but what I truly longed for was good times that were about us, not about me. That is the real hole the Dodgers filled in my life.

The fearful happenings of the second game need not be lingered over, being now as well known as the circumstances surrounding the fall of Troy. Until the gods began their heavy-handed meddling, it was a fine, fast game, with the Dodgers having somewhat the better of it.

I haven't heard a single negative thing. Everyone has glowing reviews. A lot of people have told me, 'If you can play for the Dodgers, you should. First class.'

Now some alien force seems to have come and captured the Dodgers. I don't know what happened to my Dodgers.

The only Angels in Los Angeles are in Heaven, and they're looking down on the Dodgers.

Rooting for the Dodgers once would have been heresy within my New York family.

For me, the best part of visiting Aunt Selma, Uncle Nat and Cousin Lewis was the voyage. We went by trolley, of course. At that time, Brooklyn was the Streetcar Capital of the World.  (The Brooklyn Dodgers baseball team got its name because Brooklynites spent half their lives dodging trolleys. The team's full name was Brooklyn Trolley Dodgers, later shortened to Dodgers for tightened newspaper-headline purposes.)

I watch the Dodgers every night - no reading anymore - and I dream that I could have hit that home run.

Through the mid-80s I watched my team struggle, but in 1988 the A's made it to the Series. I was at Game 5 that year and was forced to watch the Dodgers celebrate a World Series Championship on our home turf.

The last time Pena faced the Padres, the Dodgers scratched for a run to tie the game and then went on to win 4-0.