Stargell playing first base for the Pirates
|Left fielder / First baseman|
|Born: (1940-03-06)March 6, 1940
|Died: April 9, 2001(2001-04-09) (aged 61)
Wilmington, North Carolina
When we make a mistake, it becomes front-page news. We don’t need any reporter telling us how badly we played.
I see a lot of people who love their jobs. I see some garbage collectors smiling as they go about their work.
I owe a large part of my success to Joe Brown, who helped me both as a player and a person.
There’s nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.
We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.
Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.
I was bred as an outcast, part Negro and part Seminole, in my early years raised as an Indian.
Vietnam helped me realize who the true heroes really are in this world. It’s not the home-run hitters.
They give you a round bat and they throw you a round ball and they tell you to hit it square.
My first job after my retirement from baseball was as a narrator for the Eastman Philharmonica.
Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.
We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.
People like us are afraid to leave ball. What else is there to do? When baseball has been your whole life, you can’t think about a future without it, so you hang on as long as you can.
The Giants were a good team, but our biggest enemy was said to be Candlestick Park.
I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.
I eventually became proud of my strikeouts, because each one represented another learning experience.
I’m always amazed when a pitcher becomes angry at a hitter for hitting a home run off him. When I strike out, I don’t get angry at the pitcher, I get angry at myself. I would think that if a pitcher threw up a home run ball, he should be angry at himself.
Judgment traps you within the limitations of your comparisons. It inhibits freedom.
I’ve witnessed thousands of superior athletes try to becomes hitters and fail at it.
Human beings are pampered by the Lord. Their real tests don’t come until later in life.
Playing baseball was my dream, and no amount of money could sway my opinion.
I’m proud of the fact that I’m the only player to hit a ball completely out of Dodger Stadium.
I always said that when it was time to retire, I would know it, and I would just tip my hat to the crowds.
To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.
I never did allow anything to keep me from my kids. They’re the most important part of my life.
To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.
It’s supposed to be fun, the man says ‘Play Ball’ not ‘Work Ball’ you know.
If a reporter doesn’t like the person he’s writing about, it shows up in his article.
You only have a few years to play this game and you can’t play it if you’re all tied up in knots.
I wasn’t out drinking and abusing my body. I simply loved to go out and dance.
Oakland revolved around Forbes Field. Nothing in the city could match that atmosphere.