Every player should be accorded the privilege of at least one season with the Chicago Cubs. That’s baseball as it should be played – in God’s own sunshine. And that’s really living.
The Lord taught me to love everybody, but the last ones I learned to love were the sportswriters.
A manager doesn’t hear the cheers.
A fellow has to have faith in God above and Rollie Fingers in the bullpen.
Friendships are forgotten when the game begins.
In this game of baseball, you live by the sword and die by it. You hit and get hit. Remember that.
The Giants were supposed to have a new motto, ‘Shut up and deal.’
Slow thinkers are part of the game too. Some of these slow thinkers can hit a ball a long way.
The writers want to know were you made your mistake, no how well your curve is breaking.
Any pitcher who throws at a batter and deliberately tries to hit him is a communist.