When I step into batter’s box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.
A guy that throws what he intends to throw, that's the definition of a good pitcher.sandy koufax
They said I was the greatest pitcher they ever saw... I couldn’t understand why they couldn’t give me no justice.satchel paige
I ain't as fast as I used to be, but I'm a better pitcher. I used to overpower them; now I out-cute them.satchel paige
My first lesson in relativity: ..we had a still life set-up to paint. Suddenly I saw that the pitcher was so big (his hands outside the shape of a pitcher, then close in) and the glass was so big. From that time on everything was all right. ((remembering his Saturday morning painting class)mark tobey
It's a cracked pitcher that goes longest to the well.Little pitchers have big ears. (Strauss 1994, p. 653)
All instincts immature, All purposes unsure, That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount: Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.Robert Browning
Indolence is heaven ’s ally here, And energy the child of hell : The Good Man pouring from his pitcher clear But brims the poisoned well.Herman Melville
By the time that he mowed the last man down He was high as he had ever been Laughing to the sounds of the world going around Completely unaware of the win And while the papers would say he was scattered that day He was pretty as a pitcher could be The day Dock Ellis of the pittsburgh pirates Threw a no hitter on lsdtodd snider
Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
Guessing what the pitcher is going to throw is 80 percent of being a successful hitter. The other 20 percent is just execution.hank aaron
Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers! You are milk and honey and love and death and dance. From a spring in hidden grottoes, seeping from mossy rocks, Where a goddess pours live water from a pitcher, At clear streams in the meadow, where rills murmur underground, Your race and my race begin, and amazement, and quick passage.czesław miłosz