I was showing early symptoms of becoming a professional baseball man. I was lying to the press.

Carl Furillo was pure ballplayer. In his prime he stood six feet tall and weighed 190 pounds and there was a fluidity to his frame you seldom see, among such sinews. His black hair was thick, and tightly curled. His face was strong and smooth. He had the look of a young indomitable centurion ... I cannot imagine Carl Furillo in his prime as anything other than a ballplayer. Right field in Brooklyn was his destiny.

You may glory in a team triumphant... But you fall in love with a team in defeat.

Baseball is for the leisurely afternoons of summer and for the unchanging dreams.

Football is violence and cold weather and sex and college rye.

Dempsey himself said you only spend so much time in the spotlight before they change the bulb. He had a very clever way with words.

Horse racing is animated roulette.