Writing is easy. Just sit in front of a typewriter, open up a vein and bleed it out drop by drop.

Ninety feet between the bases is the nearest thing to perfection that man has yet achieved.

Today's game is always different from yesterday's game.

It was an ideal day for football - too cold for the spectators and too cold for the players.

Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.

Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection.

Young men have visions, old men have dreams.