Players have been bought, sold and exchanged as though they were sheep instead of American citizens.
Hitting a baseball is the hardest thing to do in all sport. Think about it: You’ve got a round ball, a round bat, and the object is to hit it square.
They give you a round bat and they throw you a round ball. And they tell you to hit it square.
America’s game: has the snap, go, fling, of the American atmosphere – belongs as much to our institutions, fits into them as significantly, as our constitutions, laws: is just as important in the sum total of our historic life.
Hating the (New York) Yankees is as American as pizza pie, unwed mothers, and cheating on your income tax.
Baseball brings out a kind of pugnacious frustration in foreigners. Once as guest of a very old and dear friend in London, we were at Lord’s watching a sedate and important cricket match. When a player let a fast ball go by, my wife yelled, “Git it! What ya got, lead in ya pants?” A […]
I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game. It will take our people out of doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.
Mathewson pitched against Cincinnati yesterday. Another way of putting it is that Cincinnati lost a game of baseball. The first statement means the same as the second.
Finding good players is easy. Getting them to play as a team is another story.
They give you a round bat and they throw you a round ball and they tell you to hit it square.