Robinson Did Not Merely Play At Center

Carl Furillo Was Pure Ballplayer. In His Prime He Stood Six Feet Tall And Weighed 190 Pounds And There Was A Fluidity To His Frame You Seldom See, Among Such Sinews. His Black Hair Was Thick, And Tightly Curled. His Face Was Strong And Smooth. He Had The Look Of A Young Indomitable Centurion ... I Cannot Imagine Carl Furillo In His Prime As Anything Other Than A Ballplayer. Right Field In Brooklyn Was His Destiny.

You Need That Pride In Yourself, As Well As A Sense, When You Are Sitting On Page 297 Of A Book, That The Book Is Going To Be Read, That Somebody Is Going To Care. You Can't Ever Be Sure About That, But You Need The Sense That It's Important, That It's Not Typing; It's Writing.

Boxing Is Smoky Halls And Kidneys Battered Until They Bleed.

You May Glory In A Team Triumphant, But You Fall In Love With A Team In Defeat. Losing After Great Striving Is The Story Of Man, Who Was Born To Sorrow, Whose Sweetest Songs Tell Of Saddest Thought, And Who, If He Is A Hero, Does Nothing In Life As Becomingly As Leaving It.

No Other Sporting Event Can Compare With A Good Series. The Super Bowl Is A Three-hour Interruption In A Week Of Drink And Rotarian Parties.