It is the same game that Moonlight Graham played in 1905. It is a living part of history, like calico dresses, stone crockery, and threshing crews eating at outdoor tables. It continually reminds us of what was, like an Indian-head penny in a handful of new coins.

Someone once described the pitching of a no-hit game as like catching lighting in a bottle.

Baseball games are like snowflakes and fingerprints, no two are ever alike.

My main income came from failed movie and TV options.

Hardly anybody recognizes the most significant moments of their life at the time they happen.

At one time I'd been to every park except Baltimore and Houston, but can't even keep track of who plays where these days.

Heroes don't need to talk about what they did.