What we have are good gray ballplayers, playing a good gray game and reading the good gray Wall Street Journal. They have been brainwashed, dry-cleaned and dehydrated!... Wake up the echoes at the Hall of Fame and you will find that baseball's immortals were a rowdy and raucous group of men who would climb down off their plaques and go rampaging through Cooperstown, taking spoils.... Deplore it if you will, but Grover Cleveland Alexander drunk was a better pitcher than Grover Cleveland Alexander sober.

Look, we play the Star Spangled Banner before every game. You want us to pay income taxes, too?

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

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?

The season starts too early and finishes too late and there are too many games in between.

Tradition is the albatross around the neck of progress.

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