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Just give me 25 guys on the last year of their contracts; I'll win a pennant every year.
Baseball's Opening Day is full of time-honored traditions: the President throws out the first ball, the Cubs' starting pitcher walks away with a 54.00 ERA, the Royals get mathematically eliminated from the pennant race.
The Yankees won the pennant, we went on to the World Series, 41 years after that in the city of Toronto. The great city of Toronto, and all the provinces in Canada, everybody reached out and they were excited because we won the first World Series ever, across the border.
And if I have my choice between a pennant and a triple crown, I'll take the pennant every time.
If we're going to win the pennant, we've got to start thinking we're not as good as we think we are.
My idea of heaven is a pennant winner.
I don't think a manager should be judged by whether he wins the pennant, but by whether he gets the most out of the twenty-five men he's been given.
If your man is a sports enthusiast, you may have to resign yourself to his spouting off in a monotone on a prize fight, football game or pennant race.
The only thing bad about winning the pennant is that you have to manage the All-Star Game the next year. I'd rather go fishing for three days.
No club that wins a pennant once is an outstanding club. One which bunches two pennants is a good club. But a team which can win three in a row really achieves greatness.
