Bob Uecker Quotes

When you're in the middle of a pennant race, you can't go up there thinking about home runs.

Pitching is the art of instilling fear.

I enjoy the last quarter of all basketball games.

Anytime you play a finalist it's going to be a challenge.

A baseball game is simply a nervous breakdown divided into nine innings.

You can practice against each other, but there's something about a game situation.

Whenever you go up 2-0, you understand that teams are going to be desperate.

I've always enjoyed the emotion of being out there in the last minute of a game or the last couple minutes down by a goal. I think a lot of guys tend to thrive in that situation and I prefer to be out there.

When I was playing Jimmy White in those finals, I could tell when he was under pressure.

People say baseball players should go out and have fun. No way. To me, baseball is pressure, I always feel it. This is work. The fun is afterwards, when you shake hands.

Five runs ahead and he'd knock in all the runs I could ask for. One run behind and he was going to kill me.

You're always nervous before a fight.

Most guys aren't getting a racquet or putting balls back in off my serve most of the time.

I played T-Mac. I cooked him. Roasted him. Wasn't even close.

Well, I beat my man. Now it's up to you to beat yours.

When I come into a game in the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, no one out and a one-run lead ... it takes people off my mind.

Walsall have given City more than one anxious moment amongst many anxious moments

All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try.

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, its chilly claws and foul breath palpable around the neck hairs of the infielder bending for his crosshand scoop or the reliever slipping his first two fingers off-center on the ball seams before delivering his two-and-two cut fastball.

I'd rather you walk with the bases loaded.

I love to play this game of baseball. I love putting on the uniform.

Baseball is the slow creation of something beautiful. It is the almost boringly paced accumulation of what seems slight or incidental into an opera of bracing suspense. The game will threaten never to end, until suddenly it forces you to marvel at how it came to be where it is and to wonder at how far it might go. It’s the drowsy metamorphosis of the dull into the indescribable.

Penalty shooting is always an uncertain affair because there is a lot of luck involved.

But baseball was different... You stood and waited and tried to still your mind. When your moment came, you had to be ready, because if you f****d up, everyone would know whose fault it was. What other sport not only kept a stat as cruel as the error, but posted it on the scoreboard for everyone to see? ... You could only try so hard not to try too hard before you were right back around to trying too hard. And trying hard, as everyone told him, was wrong, all wrong.

Davis fouls out to third in fair territory.