Ty Cobb
Ty Cobb
Tyrus Raymond "Ty" Cobb, nicknamed "The Georgia Peach", was an American Major League Baseballoutfielder. He was born in rural Narrows, Georgia. Cobb spent 22 seasons with the Detroit Tigers, the last six as the team's player-manager, and finished his career with the Philadelphia Athletics. In 1936 Cobb received the most votes of any player on the inaugural Baseball Hall of Fame ballot, receiving 222 out of a possible 226 votes; no other player received a higher percentage of votes until...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth18 December 1886
CityNarrows, GA
CountryUnited States of America
I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.
That boy Mantle is a good one.
He batted against spitballs, shineballs, emeryballs and all the other trick deliveries. He never figured anything out or studied anything with the same scientific approach I gave it. He just swung. If he'd ever had any knowledge of batting, his average would have been phenomenal. ... he seemed content to just punch the ball, and I can still see those line drives whistling to the far precincts. Joe Jackson hit the ball harder than any man ever to play baseball.
When I played ball, I didn't play for fun.
Walter Johnson's fastball looked about the size of a watermelon seed and it hissed at you as it passed.
When I began playing the game, baseball was about as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.
The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood where he had no business to be and got hurt, that was his fault.
Baseball was one-hundred percent of my life.
The most important part of a player's body is above his shoulders.
The great trouble with baseball today is that most of the players are in the game for the money and that's it, not for the love of it, the excitement of it, the thrill of it.
Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.
When I played ball, I didn't play for fun. . . . It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a contest and everything that implies, a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Her hope is to be able to pursue her planned retirement from two decades of distinguished public service to do community service law.
She did not leak any classified information, and she did not have access to the information apparently attributed to her by some government officials.