What the dead don't know piles up, though we don't notice it at first. They don't know how we're getting along without them, of course, dealing with the hours and days that now accrue so quickly, and, unless they divined… — 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
