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“I floated away into that omnipresent timelessness of baseball, where boys with a dream and long-expired Major Leaguers orbit forever on equal planes.”
― Greg Larson, Clubbie: A Minor League Baseball Memoir

“You don't ask the sun why you orbit, you just orbit. You let the gravitational waves of the baseball season pull you in and you surrender yourself, happily.”
― Greg Larson, Clubbie: A Minor League Baseball Memoir

“Baseball taught me how to love.

The game made sense to me, and spending time with it felt more like an obsessive relationship than a simple want.”
― Greg Larson, Clubbie: A Minor League Baseball Memoir

“From the first moment I started to uncover the infinite mysteries of baseball--like why players chose to wear certain numbers, what the brown stuff in players' mouths was, and just what the hell a balk entailed--I was hooked.”
― Greg Larson, Clubbie: A Minor League Baseball Memoir

“See what I mean?' Schmarzo said. 'This life fucks with you, man. I always say it's like scratching lottery tickets: when you have enough guys together playing the lottery--buying scratch-offs--of course one or two of them is gonna win big. It's inevitable. But they win and you're left sitting there scratching away. you throw your money and time away one dollar and one day at a time. But those guys won, right? Maybe I can too. So we keep coming back for more until we realize we're broke and out of time.' He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and got to work staring another hole through the floor. 'That's what it's like to play single-A baseball.”
― Greg Larson, Clubbie: A Minor League Baseball Memoir

“You realize that the sleeping stadium is more beautiful at night, with the unshakable quietus rooting it to the earth. It rests like a graveyard--empty but throbbing all at once. With the pollution of light extinguished, maybe you even see the Dog Star blinking back at you.”
― Greg Larson, Clubbie: A Minor League Baseball Memoir