Heywood Broun Quotes

I love to be in the ballpark. I love to just go in and enjoy a great baseball game, a great pitchers' duel.

I don't know where Hank Aaron will break Ruth's record but I can tell you one thing - ten years from the day he hits it three million people will say they were there.

Mr. Rickey, I'll put more people in the park than anybody since Babe Ruth.

I'd give a year of my life if I could hit a homerun on opening day of this great new park.

The first time that I ever saw Babe Ruth was in the Boston Red Sox clubhouse.

Honestly, at one time I though Babe Ruth was a cartoon character. I really did, I mean I wasn't born until 1961 and I grew up in Indiana.

Why shouldn't we pitch to Babe Ruth? We pitch to better hitters in the National League.

Now, you tell me, if I have a day off during the baseball season, where do you think I'll spend it? The ballpark. I still love it. Always have, always will.

I like the hot dogs at Dodger Stadium.

The Nationals tried hard to recover the lost ground. The final result, however, was the success of the Forest Citys by a score of 29 to 23 in a nine innings game, twice interrupted by rain.

I'm proud of the fact that I'm the only player to hit a ball completely out of Dodger Stadium.

Watching baseball under the lights is like observing dogs indoors, at a pedigree show. In both instances, the environment is too controlled to suit the species.

I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.

Baseball can be slow in many ways. The action starts with when the pitcher delivers the ball. But the action really starts when the crack of the bat happens.

People think of the greatest home run hitters of all time and think of Babe Ruth; they don't think about that Warren Spahn hit more than anybody.

The way I grew up playing, and the way most Americans have grown up, is that you hit the ball up in the air and then it stops where it lands.

I'm not a headline guy. I know that as long as I was following Ruth to the plate I could have stood on my head and no one would have known the difference.

Reggie Jackson hit one off me that's still burrowing its way to Los Angeles.

If you go to the ball game, you don't need to read the game story.

I knew it was gonna go out. It was just a question of it being fair or foul. The wind must have carried it 15 feet toward the foul pole. I just stood there and watched. I didn't want to miss seeing it go out.

We need just two players to be a contender. Just Babe Ruth and Sandy Koufax.

The Babe was a great ballplayer, sure, but Cobb was even greater. Babe could knock your brains out, but Cobb would drive you crazy.

A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That's baseball.

It was funny, when I thought of it afterward, how Ruth and Gehrig looked as they stood there. The Babe must have been waiting for me to get the ball up a little so he could get his bat under it.

After I'd hit a home run and took my position in the field, the fans in the bleachers began throwing packages of tobacco at me. I stuffed them in my pocket.