Why the fairy tale of Willie Mays making a brilliant World Series catch, and then dashing off to play stickball in the street with his teenage pals. That’s baseball. So is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying, ‘I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.’

A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That's baseball.

God blessed me by putting me here for thirty-one years at Michigan and Trumbull.

Sparky's the only guy I know who's written more books than he's read.

Baseball is continuity. Pitch to pitch. Inning to inning. Season to season.

When I went to Brooklyn in 1948 Jackie Robinson was at the height of his brilliant career.

I think God always has the best for us.