Tradition is the albatross around the neck of progress.
It never ceases to amaze me how many of baseball's wounds are self-inflicted.
The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.
I do not think that winning is the most important thing. I think winning is the only thing.
Suffering is overated.
I have discovered in 20 years of moving around a ballpark, that the knowledge of the game is usually in inverse proportion to the price of the seats.