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.

I try not to kid myself. You know, I don't mind romancing someone else, but to fool yourself is pretty devastating and dangerous.

Tradition is the albatross around the neck of progress.

Though it is a team game by definition, it is actually a series of loosely connected individual efforts.

Suffering is overated.

When the Supreme Court says baseball isn't run like a business, everybody jumps up and down with joy. When I say the same thing, everybody throws pointy objects at me.

Next to the confrontation between two highly honed batteries of lawyers, jungle warfare is a stately minuet.