Baseball is slovenly and excessive in midsummer, with its onrolling daily cascade of line scores and box scores, shifting statistics, highlights and lowlights, dingers and shutouts, streaks and slumps. — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
Losing is the bane and bugbear of every professional athlete's existence, but in baseball the monster seems to hang closer than in other sports,… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
We are all writers and readers as well as communicators with the need at times to please and satisfy ourselves with the clear and… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
Life is tough and brimming with loss, and the most we can do about it is to glimpse ourselves clear now and then, and… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
Our stories about our own lives are a form of fiction, I began to see and become more insistent as we grow older, even… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
This was a new recognition that perfection is admirable but a trifle inhuman, and that a stumbling kind of semi-success can be much more… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
Baseball's time is seamless and invisible, a bubble within which players move at exactly the same pace and rhythms as all their predecessors. This… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
I felt what I almost always feel when I am watching a ballgame: Just for those two or three hours, there is really no… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
I don’t read Scripture and cling to no life precepts, except perhaps to Walter Cronkite’s rules for old men, which he did not deliver… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
Sports are too much with us. Late and soon, sitting and watching - mostly watching on television - we lay waste our powers of… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
Friends of mine said later that they had been riveted by a postgame television close-up of Wade Boggs, sitting alone in the dugout with… — Roger Angell Copy Share Image
