You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf balls and played for hours and hours.
You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf balls and played for hours and hours.
His father's sister had bats in the belfry and was put away.
When I get the record, all it will make me is the player with the most hits. I'm also the player with the most at bats and the most outs. I never said I was a greater player than Cobb.
Nobody bats 500. We all make mistakes.
Suspicion amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds, they never fly by twilight.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
Our writers are full of cliches just as old barns are full of bats. There is obviously no rule about this, except that anything that you suspect of being a cliche undoubtedly is one and had better be removed.
I remember when we were doing the first Dragon's Lair, I got really involved with coming up with all the little rooms and what was the danger in the room and going into it with bats and spiders and snakes.
For as the eyes of bats are to the blaze of day, so is the reason in our soul to the things which are by nature most evident of all.
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.
But make no mistake the weeds will win nature bats last.
When you're in Los Angeles, nobody bats an eye, they're so used to seeing actors, they just act really cool.
Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and streams.
I never blame myself when I'm not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn't my fault that I'm not hitting, how can I get mad at myself?
Words can be like baseball bats when used maliciously.
The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.
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