Quotes About Baseball

Two hundred million Americans, and there ain't two good catchers among 'em.

Now there's three things you can do in a baseball game: you can win or you can lose or it can rain.

If you don't have a catcher, the ball goes to the backstop. Casey Stengel explaining why the Mets selected mediocre catcher Hobie Landrith first in the expansion draft.

Plea to the early 1960's NY Mets. "Can't anyone here play this game?

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

Mister, that boy couldn't hit the ground if he fell out of an airplane.

In our day, when a pitcher got into trouble in a game, instead of taking him out, our manager would leave him in and tell him to pitch his way out of trouble.

We're the best team in baseball. But not by much.

Hitting is timing. Pitching is upsetting timing.

It's a round ball and a round bat, and you got to hit it square.

I just take my three swings and go sit on the bench. I don't ever want to mess up my swing.

You can't think and hit at the same time.

Trying to get a fast ball past Hank Aaron is like trying to get the sun past a rooster.

Cadillacs are down at the end of the bat.

When Ty Cobb got on first base he had an apparently nervous habit of kicking the bag. ... By kicking the bag hard enough Cobb could move it a full two inches closer to second base. He figured that this improved his chances for a steal, or for reaching second base safely on a hit.

The guy stroked his goatee. What do you call twenty guys watching the world series? The New York Yankees, Butch replied.

A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. "How'd you like to stay for dinner?" Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? "How'd you like to be dinner?" said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan. Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.

The guy stroked his goatee. "What do you call twenty guys watching the World Series?" "The New York Yankees," Butch replied. The vampire laughed in a loud burst, whipped the baseball cap off his head, and slapped it on his thigh.

The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.

Do not tell me you're a Yankees fan," V drawled. "I'll have to kill you, and frankly, tonight we need all the wingmen we've got.

All the men were driving home from work, wearing railroad hats, baseball hats, all kinds of hats, just like after work in any town anywhere.

Can you imagine if Babe Ruth had had Twitter?

It's a beautiful day for a ballgame... Let's play two!