My little brothers loved baseball. I'm not as big on that as basketball or football, but I understand the game.
The first thing to know about playing baseball in Michigan is, Michigan's really cold.
Open your heart to a baseball team and you're liable to get it broken.
I grew up in the '60s, which was a creative time, so it wasn't that big of a stretch to go from a baseball bat to a guitar to a film camera.
I was always active - I went from baseball to football. I didn't have time to work out.
Billy Beane: How can you not get romantic about baseball?
Baseball Bat Man: Bring back the ball.
I played baseball because I could make more money doing that than I could doing anything else.
I could have played another year, but I would have been playing for the money, and baseball deserves better than that.
Baseball hasn't been the national pastime for many years now - no sport is. The national pastime, like it or not, is watching television.
Baseball happens to be a game of cumulative tension but football, basketball and hockey are played with hand grenades and machine guns.
When I was a kid, I was always an athlete. I played a lot of sports. I played football, basketball, baseball and soccer.
I always played sports when I was young. I played football and baseball for eight years. I loved football.
I liked baseball and sports and Garbage Pail Kids and comic books. I know what it's like to really adore something.
As a kid, before I could play music, I remember baseball being the one thing that could always make me happy.
I want to play music when I want, write a song if I want or watch a baseball game if I want.
The worst drivers are women in people carriers, men in white vans and anyone in a baseball cap. That's just about everyone.
I go to the gym in a baseball cap, sweats and then run into a boy I like. It happens - so what?
Baseball gives a growing boy self poise and self reliance.
I guess my thermometer for my baseball fever is still a goose bump.
I think my first experience of art, or the joy in making art, was playing the horn at some high-school dance or bar mitzvah or wedding, looking at a roomful of people moving their bodies around in time to what I was doing. There was a piano player, a...
