All the Padres need is a fly ball in the air.
There's a deep fly ball... Winfield goes back, back... his head hits the wall ... it's rolling towards second base.
Grubb goes back, back... He's under the warning track and makes the play.
The ex-left-hander Dave Roberts will be going for Houston.
And it's a long drive down the line to centerfield.
I don't mean he missed him, but he just didn't get him when he put the tag on him.
DeShaies is like a clock out there. Every other pitch goes one way or the other.
The way he's swinging the bat, he won't get a hit until the 20th century.
If Rose's streak was still intact, with that single to left, the fans would be throwing babies out of the upper deck.
I challenge anyone, even with a radar machine, to hit that slider.
What a great hitch to pit!
Enos Cabell started out here with the Astros, and before that he was with the Orioles.
Ron Guidry is not very big, maybe 140 pounds, but he has an arm like a lion.
When I was a kid I started a baseball team. I was a terrible player, but I put together a group of neighborhood kids. I started a hockey team. I put the kids together and got a sponsor. So I can always kind of organize people and get things done.
I like to hunt. After baseball, I'll go back and buy some land and do some farming.
I think that baseball games are like soap operas. If you watch five in a row, you know enough to get hooked.
We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other.
When I was covering baseball the Reds had a first baseman, Sean Casey. His nickname was "The Mayor" because he knew and connected with absolutely everyone. Incredibly lovely ... even invited Red writers to his wedding. And that never happens.
If you want to get to know me, you have to get off the baseball field. Because when I'm on the field, and in the clubhouse, I'm doing what I'm paid to do, what I love to do, and man, I hate it when I fail.
I hate baseball. It's dull. Nothing happens. It's like watching grass - no, Astroturf - grow
I grew up in New York City, where we played highly unorganized sports: stick ball, stoop ball, and the occasional game of baseball with no adult supervision.
I wonder why there is a designated hitter in baseball after all these years? As an experiment, it seemed like a swell enough idea, but you would think the novelty would have worn off by now and everyone would get back to playing baseball.
No, I've never played baseball in my life.
Right now I'm just trying to be baseball-oriented.
People ask me, "What would you be doing without baseball?" I don't know... super-sizing fries?
