Baseball.....is essentially a lonely game.
He had met the little death that awaits athletes. He had quit.
The air was soggy, and the season was exhausted.
The shortstop did a breathtaking impersonation of an open window.
When the density of expectation hangs in the air and plucks an event out of the future.
The Red Sox were finishing in seventh place only because the Athletics had locked them out of the cellar.
The Baltimore Orioles, a much nimbler blend of May and December.
For me Williams is the classic ballplayer of the game on a hot August weekday, before a small crowd, when the only thing at stake is the tissue-thin difference between a thing done well and a thing done ill. Baseball is a game of the long season, of relentless and gradual averaging-out.
-Unattributed.
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