Quotes About Baseball

I have lots of favorites movies. I say this only because it's a favorite movie because it's a sport I love. I'm a huge baseball fan. There are movies I like as much as this, but I sort of single this movie out because I'm a baseball nut, and that's 'Field of Dreams.'

Hitting coach John Mallee, he comes to the ballpark way too early for me, man. He drives me nuts.

Oakland revolved around Forbes Field. Nothing in the city could match that atmosphere.

My objective with men at 2nd and 3rd is to get one quality pitch to drive them in. If it's not available, I'm going to go to first base. I won't make any apologies about that.

Obviously, you want to bring as much attention to the game as possible and grow baseball as much as you can. It's important. It comes with the responsibility that being a league M.V.P. comes with.

Obviously, I'm a shortstop at heart. I want to continue to play shortstop.

I believe in all that—in baseball, in picnics, in freedom.

There was a baseball game on but it didn't look real. It was guys in uniforms playing games on a deep green field. They were playing baseball as if baseball was important and as if all the world wasn't in jail, watching them from a completely different world.

Each note Cobb wrote contained a rave review of his abilities over a fictitious signature. "Ty Cobb is really tearing up the horsehide in the Tennessee-Alabama League—Jack Smith." Instead of sending off these pieces right away, Ty would drop them in mailboxes at various points along the Steelers' circuit, the better to create the impression of a grassroots movement.

Germany Schaefer, trying to send a subtle hint to umpire Billy Evans that the game ought to be called, appeared at second base wearing a yellow rain slicker,

As the first baseman posed these well-crafted queries, Collins went looking for a policeman to arrest Cobb for "striking him while he was wearing eyeglasses," then considered an especially heinous offense.

Cobb was "jabbering all over the place" and practically hornpiping with glee. "What will the Babe say about this trick by Ty, five in two games?" (The feat has been equaled by several players since but has never been surpassed.)

Besides having baseball and success in common they also had Claire Merritt Hodgson, a Georgia native and a Ziegfeld Follies girl who was Ruth's second wife. In her autobiography, The Babe and I, Mrs. Ruth said she had known Cobb "very well" as a teenager back in Athens, before he married Charlie, and for what it may be worth, Al Stump, in his second book on Cobb, suggests they were young lovers.

Schalk, a catcher for the White Sox for seventeen years, no doubt got more than a few chances to use his favorite line about Cobb: "When Ty started to steal second, I would throw to third.

Cobb brought as his guest Tigers third baseman George Moriarity, who during the 1935 World Series as an umpire would distinguish himself by stalking over to the Chicago Cubs dugout and threatening to eject the entire team after some players had made anti-Semitic remarks to Tigers star Hank Greenberg.) The next day Cobb broke his rule about

The umpire ruled that the catcher didn't touch Cobb. He also ruled that Cobb hadn't touched the plate. While the Yankee players were protesting, Cobb sneaked around the bunch and touched the plate.

Hall of Famer Rogers Hornsby—who had a much worse reputation than Cobb for being an SOB—once wrote a magazine article called "You've Got to Cheat to Win" in which he contended that cheating occurred in each of 2,259 major league games in which he participated, starting in 1915. (He wasn't even talking about the use of spitballs, which were legal until 1920.) Diving into a pitched ball was perhaps the most common illicit practice;

Loomis, the longest-tenured Time, Inc., employee, still worked at the magazine while I was researching this book, and when I asked her about Cobb, with whom she'd also gone on a second date to an old-timers game at Yankee Stadium, she directed me toward a memoir she'd written in which she described him as "smart and gentlemanly." He'd been deeply impressed, she said, with her knowledge of baseball.

Charlie Brown got hit with a line-drive!" "Does anyone here know anything about first-aid?" "It's probably not serious... Second or third-aid will do.

How can I play baseball when I'm worried about foreign policy?

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.

Wouldn't you like just for once to see Charlie Brown hit that ball?" "No... I'm not prepared to have the world come to an end!

I think I know what's wrong with you... Walk up onto that pitcher's mound... Does your stomach hurt now?" "Yes! Ow! Ooo! Yes!" "All right, now come down off the mound... There... Has it stopped hurting?" "Yes... Yes, I think it has!" "There's your trouble... Five cents, please!

I once interviewed Robert Solow, winner of the 1987 Nobel Prize in Economics and a noted baseball enthusiast. I asked if it bothered him that he received less money for winning the Nobel Prize than Roger Clemens, who was pitching for the Red Sox at the time, earned in a single season. "No," Solow said. "There are a lot of good economists, but there is only one Roger Clemens." That is how economists think.