If A Family Is An Expression Of

You Count On It, You Rely On It To Buffer The Passage Of Time, To Keep The Memory Of Sunshine And High Skies Alive, And Then, Just When The Days Are All Twilight, When You Need It Most, It Stops.

The Gods Have Fled, I Know. My Sense Is The Gods Have Always Been Essentially Absent. I Do Not Believe Human Beings Have Played Games Or Sports From The Beginning Merely To Summon Or To Please Or To Appease The Gods. If Anthropologists And Historians Believe That, It Is Because They Believe Whatever They Have Been Able To Recover About What Humankind Told The Gods Humankind Was Doing. I Believe We Have Played Games, And Watched Games, To Imitate The Gods, To Become Godlike In Our Worship Of Eachother And, Through Those Moments Of Transmutation, To Know For An Instant What The Gods Know.

No One Man Is Superior To The Game.

As I Grew Up, I Knew That As A Building It Was On The Level Of Mount Olympus, The Pyramid Of Giza, The Nation's Capital, The Czar's Winter Palace, And The Louvre - Except, Of Course, That It Was Better Than All Of Those Inconsequential Places.

We Have An Obligation To Spread Amateur Baseball Both At Home And Abroad. Building Up The Game At All Levels - Little League, Babe Ruth Leagues, The Colleges - Is In Our Own Self-interest. That's Where The Pool Of Talent Is - And Also Of Fans.