A manager doesn't hear the cheers.

Friendships are forgotten when the game begins.

The Giants were supposed to have a new motto, 'Shut up and deal.'

There'll be a man on the moon before Gaylord Perry hits a home run.

A fellow has to have faith in God above and Rollie Fingers in the bullpen.

Any pitcher who throws at a batter and deliberately tries to hit him is a Communist.

The writers want to know were you made your mistake, no how well your curve is breaking.

Slow thinkers are part of the game too. Some of these slow thinkers can hit a ball a long way.

The Lord taught me to love everybody, but the last ones I learned to love were the sportswriters.

In this game of baseball, you live by the sword and die by it. You hit and get hit. Remember that.

Every player should be accorded the privilege of at least one season with the Chicago Cubs. That's baseball as it should be played - in God's own sunshine. And that's really living.

There are surprisingly few real students of the game in baseball; partly because everybody, my eighty-three year old grandmother included, thinks they learned all there was to know about it at puberty. Baseball is very beguiling that way.

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