“What I got out of baseball is what I have today, and I've got to look at that. I still see some of my friends that never made it past Triple-A. I made that last big step. I was lucky. I'm in love with my land. I got it all from playing ball. It gives me prestige. Someone says, 'What you got?' I say, 'One hundred and twenty-one acres of nice land.'” GivingLooksMadeStillsBigsTodayLastsPastStepsNiceLandLuckyHundredMy FriendsBaseballBallsGive MeTwentiesMade ItTwenty OnePrestigeAcres Author:Mark Fidrych
“All you have to do is pick up a baseball. It begs to you: throw me. If you took a year to design an object to hurl, you'd end up with that little spheroid small enough to nestle in your fingers but big enough to have some heft, lighter than a rock but heavier than a hunk of wood. Its even, neat stitching, laced into the leather's slippery white surface, gives your fingers a purchase. A baseball was made to throw. It's almost irresistible.” IfsGivingYearsLittlesMadeEndsEnoughBigsWhiteRocksDesignObjectsPicksBaseballFingersWoodsSurfaceIrresistibleLeatherNeatLightersSlipperyHunk Author:Dave Dravecky