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Stadium Quotes

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Rasheed Ogunlaru
“Every great athlete, artist and aspiring being has a great team to help them flourish and succeed - personally and professionally. Even the so-called 'solo star' has a strong supporting cast helping them shine, thrive and take flight.”
Rasheed Ogunlaru

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“If I鈥檓 my biggest fan, the only person in the stadium is probably me.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

“If there鈥檚 anyone who wants to watch pretty stuff, he or she should go to the theatre, cinema or ballet. Because this year in Anfield stadium, there won鈥檛 be a show for them. If there is anyone who wants to make war with someone and conquer somewhere, then be with me at the stadium on match days.”
Mustafa Donmez, Red-White Love: The Love of Liverpool FC

Greg  Larson
“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

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“The people sitting in any stadium might be 鈥榓t鈥� the game, but very few of them are actually 鈥榠n鈥� the game. And we might remember that life is one big stadium.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

“To me, the mark of a truly great sporting venue has never been what it sounds like or how it feels when the stands are packed. That's easy. Even the most generic cookie-cutter stadium or arena feels electric when the game is big, the lights are on, and the crowd is amped. The real measure of a ballpark's character is how the place feels when it's empty. When the only noises to be heard are produced by the occasional breeze that slips through the concourse. It rattles the ropes on the empty center-field flagpoles. It pushes a stray plastic cup around beneath the feet of the box seats. And if you listen closely enough, that wind carries on it the whispers of the ghosts. The athletes who played between the lines, their toes in the dirt where only those who compete are allowed to roam.

During my career in sports media, I've heard their voices at Indianapolis Motor Speedway and Darlington Raceway. I've heard them at Lambeau Field and the Rose Bowl. I've heard them at old Boston Garden and Augusta National. And the morning of Thursday, March 3, 1994, I heard them at McCormick Field. Cobb, Gehrig, Dizzy Dean, Hank Greenberg, Jackie Robinson, Roy Campanella, Willie Stargell. From the Hall of Famers to a thousand minor leaguers whose names no one remembers. I swear, they were all there that morning to welcome us into the little mountain ballpark that they'd helped build.”
Ryan McGee, Welcome to the Circus of Baseball: A Story of the Perfect Summer at the Perfect Ballpark at the Perfect Time