People who write about spring training not being necessary have never tried to throw a baseball.
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
How can you think and hit at the same time?
I stare out the window and wait for spring.
A young ballplayer looks on his first spring training trip as a stage struck young woman regards the theater.
You mean guys don't get injured in spring training? Guys get hurt walking down the street.
Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer.
These days baseball is different. You come to Spring Training, you get your legs ready, you arms loose, your agents ready your lawyer lined up.
If you don't know where you're going any road will do
Any baseball is beautiful. No other small package comes as close to the ideal design and utility. It is a perfect object for a man's hand. Pick it up and it instantly suggests its purpose; it is meant to be thrown a considerable distance - thrown hard and with precision.
Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.
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.
I had only played five games in my senior year in high school. I was not large enough. Hell, when I graduated, I was about five foot four and weighed 120 pounds. I didn't go with the Dodgers until spring training of 1940 and I weighed all of 155 pounds soaking wet.
I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.
For some reason in Spring Training, everything just clicked. You don't try to do anything in Spring Training but get ready, but things fell into place.
Before I pitch any game, from spring training to Game 7 of the World Series, I'm scared to death.
I hate the cursed Oriole fundamentals... I've been doing them since 1964. I do them in my sleep. I hate spring training.
I've always approached spring training as I have something to prove.
I love baseball. I'll probably end up one of those old farts who go to spring training in Florida every year and drive from game to game all day.
I've kind of looked at my whole career as a spring training invite.
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