Baseball is all I ever wanted. I could eat, sleep, and dream baseball. — Smoky Joe Wood Copy Share Image
When I wasn't lying awake thinking and planning and fighting over that furious pennant race, I was dreaming restless dreams about it. — Smoky Joe Wood Copy Share Image
I threw so hard (after striking out Art Fletcher & Doc Crandall in the 9th inning of Game 1 of the 1912 World Series)… — Smoky Joe Wood Copy Share Image
Baseball is all I ever wanted. I could eat, sleep, and dream baseball. — Smoky Joe Wood Copy Share Image
The smaller the town the more important the ball club was. But if you beat a bigger town they'd practically hand you the key to the city. Any if you lost a game by making an error in the ninth or something like that, well, the best thing to do was just pack your grip and hit the road, because… — Smoky Joe Wood Copy Share
When I wasn't lying awake thinking and planning and fighting over that furious pennant race, I was dreaming restless dreams about it. — Smoky Joe Wood Copy Share Image
But wherever I was I played baseball. That's all I lived for. When I sat up on the front seat of that covered wagon… — Smoky Joe Wood Copy Share Image
