Quotes About Catcher

You have to have a catcher because if you don't you're likely to have a lot of passed balls.

I had English grammar book and started to teach myself. I read 'Catcher in Rye,' in Russian. I was amazed at freedom in 'Catcher in Rye!' Freedom to have those perceptions of life!

The pitcher has the ball, and nothing happens until he lets go of it. So as the batter, I felt I had to fight for any bit of control I could get. I expected the umpire, the catcher, and the pitcher to wait on me. I wanted to get ready on my time.

Can I ask you a question?" I asked after a few minutes. "Sure." "I've always wondered…what exactly do a catcher and pitcher discuss at the mound?" He studied me for a second, before finally saying, "Last night we talked about you.

I think that, because of the way I catch, that I'm one of the best catchers to have ever played baseball.

I really didn't have a favorite Major League catcher in college, but I would watch a lot of games. If one was on, I'd try to pick up little things from whomever was catching at that time.

Well, you know, Pudge Rodriguez, obviously is as good as it gets.

As a catcher, I know the pitcher is trying to get ahead in the count.

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.

People talk about cold weather and it'd be tough to catch balls. But the greatest catcher of all time, Michael Crabtree, catches everything. It's unbelievable. In the northern snowlands, down to the tropics' sunny scenes, he's catching the football. Where they throw a football, he'll be catching it.

Wreath frowned. "Billy-Ray Sanguine? What would he want with a Soul Catcher?" "This is just a guess," Skulduggery said, "but maybe he wants to use it to catch a soul.

I was always taught that a catcher has to be the brains of the team.

It feels like Salinger wrote The Catcher in the Rye in a day, and that incredible feeling of ease inspires writing. Inspires the pursuit of voice. Not his voice. My voice. Your voice.

This was a war waged by damaged individuals, making victims of the innocent. Trying to be the catcher in the rye, as Fisk had, was insanity. Then again, despite the Sisyphean aspect of the job, somebody had to do it. Or at least try.

A catcher must want to catch. He must make up his mind that it isn't the terrible job it is painted, and that he isn't going to say every day, 'Why, oh why with so many other positions in baseball did I take up this one.'

Winning the game is the single most important thing. If you go 0-for-4, but you catch a shutout or a one-run game, and your pitcher goes seven, eight innings, and the closer closes out the game, that's the ultimate satisfaction for a catcher. Much more than going 4-for-4 and losing.

I played baseball a little bit and ran some track. I was a catcher at one point and I was at shortstop.

A catcher and his body are like the outlaw and his horse. He's got to ride that nag till it drops.

I was a baseball player. I played in high school and a little bit in college. I was a catcher. I don't know if I could have played any other position. As a catcher, you're always on the ball.

I do not believe 'Newsweek' is the only catcher in the rye between democracy and ignorance, but I think we're one of them, and I don't think there are that many on the edge of that cliff.

A little while later, we had our first practice. The first one I ever went to, and they strapped the gear on me and put me behind the plate. My father said, "You're going to thank me some day…" Lo and behold, I was a catcher from that day forward.

Bobby Hughes, the Brewers' catcher who had gone to Matt's alma mater, USC, hit a high fly ball to left field, and it hit a clock at the top edge of the fence. It almost went out of the park. Vasgersian was doing the call, and his voice went up in anticipation of a home run, and without batting an eye, he said, "Bobby Hughes just got clock-blocked!" It was one of the funnier moments of my time with him.

The first and last duty of the lover of the game of baseball, Peavine's book began, whether in the stands or on the field, is the same as that of the lover of life itself: to pay attention to it. When it comes to the position of catcher, as all but fools and shortstops will freely acknowledge, this solemn requirement is doubled.

The first and last duty of the lover of the game of baseball," Peavine's book began, whether in the stands or on the field, is the same as that of the lover of life itself: to pay attention to it. When it comes to the position of catcher, as all but fools and shortstops will freely acknowledge, this solemn requirement is doubled.