Bull Durant Quotes
I believe in the Church of Baseball.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains.
This is a simple game. You throw the ball, you hit the ball, you catch the ball.
I’m a scorer, Annie. It’s what I do.
You don’t have to swing hard to hit a home run. If you got the timing, it’ll go.
The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.
It’s never too early to be thinking about the playoffs.
Just throw the ball. Trust your body.
The difference between a good hitter and a great hitter is quickness of hands.
I’m beginning to think that love isn’t about finding someone perfect. It’s about finding someone who’s willing to put up with your imperfections.
The destination is the same for all of us. The journey is what matters.
It’s a simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball.
I’m just happy to be here. Hope I can help the ball club.
Strikeouts are boring. Besides that, they’re fascist. Throw some ground balls – it’s more democratic.
When you get in a fight with a drunk, you don’t punch him. You walk away.
The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.
If you win 20 in the show, you can let the fungus grow back on your shower shoes and the press will think you’re colorful. Until you win 20 in the show, however, it means you are a slob.
Bull Durant Quotes part 2
When you get to the Big Leagues, don’t believe anything you see or read.
A good buddy loves you because of your successes, a good friend loves you despite your failures.
Candlesticks always make a nice gift.
I’m dealing with a lot of shit here.
I just wanna fulfill my potential.
You see a guy walking down the street and he’s fucked up and you say, ‘That’s a fucked up guy.’
I want to avoid cliches like he battles and gutsy performer.
The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.
A good friend of mine used to say, This is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains.
The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.
I realize I’m stuck with just one line, So is a lot of people. I have to find another one.
Annie Savoy: [to Crash] I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. Baseball is a lot like life. It’s a day-to-day existence, full of ups and downs. You make the most of your opportunities in baseball as you do in life.
When you win, say nothing, when you lose, say less.
Know your clichés. They summarize life’s truths.
Stats are for losers.
Know what the difference between hitting .250 and .300 is? It’s 25 hits. 25 hits in 500 at bats is 50 points, OK? There’s six months in a season, that’s about 25 weeks. That means if you get just one extra flare a week – just one – a gorp… you get a groundball, you get a groundball with eyes… you get a dying quail, just one more dying quail a week… and you’re in Yankee Stadium.
Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
It’s time to work on your interviews. I hate interviews.
The ballplayers upstairs know they’re just pieces of meat.
I don’t need a million votes. I need one vote a million times.
Make room for the bad boy on this roster.
Your shower shoes have fungus on them. You’ll never make it to the bigs with fungus on your shower shoes. Think classy, you’ll be classy.
Be cocky and arrogant, even when you’re getting beat.
A guy will listen to just about anything if his bedroom light is turned out.
OK, lets go Goddamn it!
You hit white balls for batting practice, the little round black ball for night games.
When you’ve believed in something that long, you gotta do it.
You don’t mess with a streak.
When you get to a fastball count, you don’t mess around.
This son of a bitch throwing that invisible basketball.
Chicks dig the long ball.
You throw left, you hit right. You don’t switch ’em on me.
We need a rainout, we’re playing like shit.
