Bob Uecker
Bob Uecker
Robert George "Bob" Ueckeris a retired American Major League Baseball player, later a sportscaster, comedian and actor. Uecker was given the title of "Mr. Baseball" by TV talk show host Johnny Carson. Since 1971, Uecker has served as a play-by-play announcer for Milwaukee Brewers radio broadcasts. Uecker was honored by the National Baseball Hall of Fame with its 2003 Ford C. Frick Award for his broadcasting career...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth26 January 1935
CityMilwaukee, WI
CountryUnited States of America
People don't know this, but I helped the Cardinals win the pennant. I came down with hepatitis. The trainer injected me with it!
I set records that will never be equaled. In fact, I hope 90% of them don't even get printed.
Not bragging by any means, but I could have done a lot of other stuff as far as working in films go and working in television... I had chances to do that stuff, but I like baseball, I really do.
When I played baseball I got death threats all the time--from my mother.
When I looked at the third base coach, he turned his back on me.
I had been playing for a while, and I asked Louisville Slugger to send me a dozen flame treated bats. But when I got it, I realized they had sent me a box of ashes.
Let's face it. Umpiring is not an easy or happy way to make a living. In the abuse they suffer, and the pay they get for it, you see an imbalance that can only be explained by their need to stay close to a game they can't resist.
Baseball hasn't forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven't lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times.
When I came up to bat with three men on and two outs in the ninth, I looked in the other team's dugout and they were already in street clothes.
On TV the people can see it. On radio you've got to create it.
The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up.
In 1962 I was named Minor League Player of the Year. It was my second season in the bigs.
They have Easter egg hunts in Philadelphia, and if the kids don't find the eggs, they get booed.
Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?