George Brett Quotes

Donning a glove for a backyard toss, or watching a ball game, or just reflecting upon our baseball days, we are players again, forever young.

Baseball represents family. It represents my childhood.

No matter how much technology changes scouting, no matter how much free agency and big TV contracts change the business of baseball, I hope and pray that the heart of the game will never change.

I have great memories of being a Cub, and I'm happy building new ones with the Phillies.

I had a great time with baseball growing up. I was lucky to grow up with it and to learn.

That was real baseball. We weren't playing for money. They gave us Mickey Mouse watches that ran backwards.

For me, baseball just brings up a lot of nostalgic, happy feelings because I enjoyed it as a kid, and I liked being out there playing in the sun, and it was a simpler time for all of us.

My best memories are because I was on teams I love - even going back to being a kid. Not just in the NBA.

When I was young, it was fun being in the locker room and shagging balls in the outfield in spring training. But I couldn't keep my attention on the games for more than 30 minutes. I would sit there with my Game Boy the whole game.

I grew up playing football since the day I could walk; some of my greatest memories of childhood are playing touch football in all kinds of weather with my best friends. That's a part of the American experience that no corporation can destroy.

I wish I could play little league now. I'd be way better than before.

I was playing little league baseball when Bruce Jenner was winning the gold but I don't think I was really paying attention at that time.

My childhood in Adelaide was filled with sport. I played soccer from morning until night.

A large part of my childhood was spent holding a cricket bat. The first time I picked one up was in the garden aged about six, and I've never really put the bat down since.

I mean, I miss basketball. I didn't get to play basketball as much as I may have wanted to, but yeah, I miss baseball for sure.

Growing up in Bloomington, Minn., I loved the ritual of dressing for Little League - in white socks, blue stirrups, belted pants, a double-knit jersey, and the cap I'd hold over my face to screen out mosquitoes in right field.

Life without cricket was initially harder for my dad than playing the game for Yorkshire and England had ever been. He missed it, and also the adrenaline pump of a performance.

I think baseball was really reality when I was a freshman in high school.

My father got me involved in the game when I was four years old.

For me, football always meant that we came together as a family and, in the summer we played football outside.

You never had the opportunity to play with some of the great ballplayers, but being that close around them, and being in the same category, was a great feeling, to feel that vibe of all the best players who played the game.

As far as sleeping goes, you're up and ready to go at six in the morning. Spring training was always a combination of relaxing and working, and I missed that quite a bit. I missed being around the ball field. A baseball. A bat. The smell of the uniform, you might say. Talking baseball. Seeing opponents as well as the Cubs.

Baseball is only a game, a game of inches and a lot of luck. During a time of all-out war, sports are very insignificant.

Every memory I had growing up was involving a basketball. I didn't go to the prom and stuff like that. It was always basketball for me.

I had 10 to 12 close buddies who I played ball with all the way from elementary to high school. That is where I learned to compete.