Grownups have to say 'please,' too.
The saddest day of the year is the day baseball season ends.
I bleed Dodger blue and when I die, I'm going to the big Dodger in the sky.
Talking about your troubles is no good. Eighty percent of your friends don't care and the rest are glad.
My theory of hitting was just to watch the ball as it came in and hit it.
It's still the best game in town because you don't have to be big to play, and everybody plays. Even your grandmother probably played baseball.