Mike Lupica

“He imagined himself as a sprinter now, felt his arms and legs pumping, thought of the old Cuban sprinter his father used…

— Mike Lupica

Michael still thought of Havana as home, because he was born there. And he had been Miguel Arroya there. Here, he was…

— Mike Lupica

We can what-if ourselves to death... But what-if never does anybody any good. All any of us ever have...is one thing, and…

— Mike Lupica

“If there are real angels in the world," Michael said to his brother, "how come they're never around when we need them?”

— Mike Lupica

“On days like this, baseball would make Michael as happy as it ever did. No umpires. No coaches. No rules except the…

— Mike Lupica

“I can't say 'why me,' Brady. That's one of the big no-can-do's. Because if I do that now that bad stuff has…

— Mike Lupica

Read. You don't have to read me. But just read. Read the best people. Everybody's trying to do the same thing, which…

— Mike Lupica

It's like they take poison and then hope for the other person to die.

— Mike Lupica

There's only one ball game for any writer, and it's to keep you turning the pages. That's the whole ball game. That's…

— Mike Lupica

A family of three had become, in Michael Arroyo's young mind, an army of two.

— Mike Lupica

“don't give up till the buzzer sounds -coach joey”

— Mike Lupica

“The two of them shook hands the regular way. The old-school way.”

— Mike Lupica

“Nick said. “Failing at school, failing at baseball…” The last part just came out, one last part of this he couldn’t stop…

— Mike Lupica

A friend of mine who used to be my boss at ESPN once was asked why sports had exploded the way it…

— Mike Lupica