I try not to break the rules, but merely to test their elasticity.

There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.

Suffering is overated.

Baseball is a boy's game that makes grown men cry.

If you can't outsmart people, outwork them.

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

When there is no room for individualism in ballparks, then there will be no room for individualism in life.