Quotes About Baseball

I suppose, if someone was into baseball for an extended period of time during their formative years, they're always going to be interested in it.

With one out in the first, Dave Roberts looks a lot better than the last time he pitched against the Padres!

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.

Although the world proved not yet ready for the brotherhood of baseball, that would be only a matter of time, baseball magnates believed.

I went out as a free agent in Boston and had a great year and I priced myself out of there market, at the time.

I was perceived to be a first- to third-rounder. I kind of had a tough junior year and fell to the fifth round. At that time, it was motivational.

Kids are our future, and we hope baseball has given them some idea of what it is to live together and how we can get along, whether you be black or white.

You just listen to the ball and bat come together. They make an awful noise.

Pete Rose came over to the Phillies in '79 and he became the catalyst that helped us to put it all together.

There was Shawon Dunston and Mark Grace, and together we were a double play combination for ten years

There's a Cubs game on WGN. They're out in San Diego, and they're winning. For the first time in a long, long time, the Cubs aren't terrible, and my grandpa isn't going to get to see how it all plays out. Nancy touches my arm.

Into the 1960s and even the '70s, players held offseason jobs not to fill the time but to feed their families. Yogi Berra worked at a Sears, Roebuck. Lou Brock became a florist. Players sold real estate and insurance, worked in mines and on ranches.

For hitter or pitcher, rookie or veteran, baseball has long been defined by failure rather than success, the old a-.300-hitter-gets-out-7-times-in-10-at-bats truism. Dealing with and managing failure is an essential—some would say the essential—part of the job description.

She pushed the button and like a miracle her head filled with the sound of Jerry Trupiano's voice… and more importantly, with the sounds of Fenway Park. She was sitting out here in the darkening, drippy woods, lost and alone, but she could hear thirty thousand people. It was a miracle.

Mr. Herbert Demarest Alexander Hamilton Jr. High 2236 Bedford Avenue Brooklyn NY Dear Mr Demarest, Then why don't you give him 'Withering Heights'? At least Heathcoat knew how to kick some ass. Chas. Banks 3d Base

I love baseball. I love watching baseball. As a broadcaster, I get to watch the best 700 players put on the uniform year after year. That, to me, is exciting.

I was in the game for love. After all, where else can an old-timer with one leg, who can't hear or see, live like a king while doing the only thing I wanted to do?

I love baseball. And American Football, too. But not rugby.

I love watching American League games, you know what I mean?

I love to be in the ballpark. I love to just go in and enjoy a great baseball game, a great pitchers' duel.

I love sporting events and popcorn and pizza and being outside, like at a baseball or football game. I love amusement parks, going to ride roller coasters.

I'm 36 years old, I love my family, I love baseball, and I'm about to become a farmer. But until I heard the voice, I'd never done a crazy thing in my whole life.

The fans love the home runs, the home run competition between Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa.

I didn't fully realize it then, but that was the thing I was most trying to earn playing baseball. Not money. Not glory... Love.