Quotes About Baseball

I've been wanting to do a book about baseball for the longest time, and nobody will let me do it. It's the one thing from America I really miss.

My dad played for a coal-mining team in eastern Ohio; he was a very good pitcher. If he hadn't hurt his arm, he probably would have got a shot somewhere. He hurt his arm one spring, didn't warm up good enough, couldn't throw a fastball anymore. Another coal miner taught him how to throw the knuckleball.

There's been times where I've come out of the bullpen thinking I was going to throw a no hitter, and I've lasted two or three innings. So I try not to use my pre-game warm ups as a barometer of how I'm going to pitch.

After the first time I got traded - I was in the bullpen warming up for a game in Double A, and I got called back in and got traded - that was probably the, like, most crazy it could be. And once I got traded, the next time it got a little easier, and I got traded the next time - it's just part of it.

A line drive to the warning track on one pitch, I'll take that over a strikeout any day.

People think of the greatest home run hitters of all time and think of Babe Ruth; they don't think about that Warren Spahn hit more than anybody.

The NBA Schedule was made up by one man, Eddie Gottlieb, who had owned the Philadelphia Warriors. Eddie had a Buddha-like body and a crinkly smile, and because he had also been an owner in baseball's old Negro leagues, he was known as the Mogul.

The way I feel as baseball players we are warriors. Our job is to be ready to do what we need to do on the field.

Jason struck out the first, second, and third batters. "Do not go talk to him," Bird said. "No problem." "Don't even look at him," she said. "Now, that I can't do. He's so cute.

Jason was the next batter. He did his whole Velcro routine. Then he stepped up to the plate. The first ball went past. "Strike!" I groaned. "Come on, Jason." He swung at the second. I didn't realize I was squeezing Tiffany's and Bird's hands until Bird said, "You know, bones break under pressure." "Oh, sorry." I tried holding my own hands, but it wasn't as comforting.

Watch Brandon run across the field," Bird said. He made a beeline for the pitcher's mound, did a little leap over it, and ran to the dugout. "He does that every time," Bird said. "Why?" "Says it brings him luck. He is so superstitious. He won't wash his game socks as long as the team is winning." "Ew! And he didn't want to work in a fertilizer plant?" "I know. Go figure.

Crack! I covered my head, ducked down. Bird didn't laugh. She likened me to a survivor of some traumatic event who is always spooked by certain noises. She just touched my shoulder and said, "It went the other way." I straightened up. "But it was a foul ball." "Yeah." I hated that I kept flinching. I wondered how long it was going to take before I could totally relax at a game.

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.

Since you like baseball, I guess you know what a closer is?" "Of course." "Tiffany doesn't." "Tiffany is so not into sports." She thought a baseball diamond was a type of gemstone. Seriously. Don't even ask how that revelation came up.

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

I was surprised to see you at practice." "Are you kidding? I'm all about baseball." "Really?" "Oh, yeah. Bird and I haven't missed a Rattler practice or game since the town got the team." "I've never known a girl who was that into baseball." "Well, now you do." Tell your friends. Step right up. Meet the most amazing girl you've ever known.

Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm fine. I'm totally up for going to Bird's party." "I don't think so. Not this late. How could you not see a baseball coming at you?" "It happened so fast." "Are you hungry? I could fix something--" She had to really be worried if she was offering to cook.

Then I felt arms come around me and pull me close. "Hey," Jason said, kissing my neck before parking his chin on my shoulder. Smiling brightly, I turned around in his arms. "Great game." "Thanks." "You hit a home run," I said, like maybe he hadn't realized it.

The Cubs are a major league baseball team based in Chicago. Apparently, the team was once cursed by a goat and is doomed now to never win the World Series. The 71 seats [auctioned by the Chicago Board of Exchange] are adjacent to the Cubs' dugout on the third-base line. This is an unnecessary detail needed to give color to what would otherwise be a dull and uninspiring narrative.

All of his saves have come in relief appearances.

Darryl Strawberry has been voted to the Hall of Fame 5 years in a row.

Solo homers usually come with no one on base.

Sutton lost 13 games in a row without winning a ballgame.

The hall of fame ceremonies are on the 31st and 32nd of July.