The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.

What can I do, I asked myself, that is so spectacular that no one will be able to say he had seen it before? The answer was perfectly obvious. I would send a midget up to bat.

Every baseball crowd, like every theatre audience, has its own distinctive attitude and atmosphere.

This is a game to be savored, not gulped. There's time to discuss everything between pitches or between innings.

An island of surety in a changing world.

I don't mind the high price of stardom. I just don't like the high price of mediocrity.

Baseball is the only thing beside the paper clip that hasn't changed