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[dugoutlifestyle]

It ain't over til it's over.

Yogi Berra

[oldtimefamilybaseball]

I’d like to be buried under the pitcher’s mound. And once some little old left-hander’s out there struggling, he’ll hear a voice. ‘Slow down, son. Concentrate. You can do it. You gotta believe in yourself.’ And he’ll look around. ‘Someone’s talking to me. Where? Who’s this guy talking to me?’ It will be Tom Lasorda underneath that pitching mound, telling him to ‘Slow down. You can do it.’

Tommy Lasorda on CNN’s Red Chair. 

I’d like to know how many takes it took to get that without any swears. I’m guessing it took them two full days of shooting and a heavy amount of editing. 

(via oldtimefamilybaseball)

[dugoutlifestyle]

So much more than just a game.

In the game of baseball, there is a place. A place found deep inside anyone who's ever put bat to ball. A place built by tradition, and lit by the warm glow of memory. A place where the boys of summer dream about fall. It doesn't matter what jersey they wear. This is where they play their best. A cherished and fertile proving ground where legends are cultivated. A field of dreamers. They come to fulfill a promise to themselves. To write an epic story on diamond shaped pages. Awards are for the mantle, numbers for the history books. This is about the game. Every generation has a chance to rewrite the mythology. To add the present to our past time. To succumb to the eternal rhythms of 6-4-3. It's as pure as the smile on a face, and as powerful as history in the making. And no matter where the game has taken them, they still long to come back. They have built it, and we have come.

It isn't heaven, but it's pretty damn close. - Ray Liotta

[dugoutlifestyle]

So Cleveland lost. Looks like everybody I root for crashes. Phillies, Angels, Reds, now the Indians.

In other news, dear Fernando Rodney. Fix your god damn hat.

[oldtimefamilybaseball]

Have you been spending your life wondering why everything seems meaningless and stale? I know I have! 

Fortunately, there is a brief respite for that terrible, gnawing feeling in your gut. And it’s a comic that features Dr. Doom and his Doombots kidnapping Jeff Conine and having to be stopped by Spider-Man and Billy the Marlin. It’s the best thing that’s ever been printed on paper. Bar none. 

Dan Glickman has the full breakdown over at the Baseball Continuum.