Duke Snider
Duke Snider
Edwin Donald "Duke" Snider, nicknamed "The Silver Fox" and "The Duke of Flatbush", was an American professional baseball player. Usually assigned to center field, he spent most of his Major League Baseballcareer playing for the Brooklyn and Los Angeles Dodgers, later playing one season each for the New York Metsand San Francisco Giants...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth19 September 1926
CityLos Angeles, CA
CountryUnited States of America
I take full responsibilities for my actions. I also hope that my fans, especially those in Brooklyn, can accept my apology.
I think Jim Edmonds plays center field somewhat like how I played center field, and I like to watch him play it.
I think enough has already been said about this. Do you think it is any easier to hit a ball if you use the stuff?
He was a very charming man, ... It was a pleasure to have him in our school district.
In the split second from the time the ball leaves the pitcher's hand until it reaches the plate you have to think about your stride, your hip action, your wrist action, determine how much, if any the ball is going to break and then decide whether to swing at it.
Swing hard, in case they throw the ball where you're swinging.
Man, if I made one million dollars I would come in at six in the morning, sweep the stands, wash the uniforms, clean out the office, manage the team and play the games.
You don't have to win to be a winner. If you give 100 percent, getting yourself mentally and physically prepared to play the game, if you look in the mirror and can say you give it everything to win, that's it. You're not going to win every time.
What a player does best, he should practice least. Practice is for problems.
My high salary for one season was forty-six thousand dollars and a Cadillac.
Not even the Emerald Isle itself was as green as the grass that grew in Ebbets Field.
He (Jackie Robinson) was the greatest competitor I've ever seen. I've seen him beat a team with his bat, his ball, his glove, his feet and, in a game in Chicago one time, with his mouth.
The field was even greener than my boy's mind had pictured it. In later years, friends of ours visited Ireland and said the grass there was plenty green all right, but that not even the Emerald Isle itself was as green as the grass that grew in Ebbets Field.
My high salary for one season was forty-six thousand dollars and a Cadillac. If I were to get paid a million, I'd feel that I should sweep out the stadium every night after I finished playing the game.