Posted 16 hours ago

Q:Final question: It took you 18 1/2 hours to explain the magic of baseball. Can you sum it up in one sentence?

A: Home.

Ken Burns
Posted 1 day ago


Not only was [Roberto] Clemente a baseball player, he was also a Marine. Instead of playing winter ball in Puerto Rico during the 1958-59 off season like the rest of the league, Clemente enlisted in the United States Marine Corps Reserve, spending six years of military commitment as an infantryman. The rigorous conditioning and military training kept him in shape throughout the winter. Clemente remained in the Marine Corps until 1964, but this did not slow down his game. When the Pittsburgh Pirates started spring training … in 1964, however, the schedule conflicted with Clemente’s military commitment. The Pirates, supported by former state Senator John M. Walker, asked U.S. Senator Hugh Scott to consider Clemente for an early discharge.

Read the rest: "Roberto Clemente: A Legacy Beyond Baseball" (The National Archives)

Posted 1 day ago
Why does everyone talk about the past? All that counts is tomorrow’s game.
Roberto Clemente (via mightyflynn)
Posted 5 days ago


Handwritten by whitepaperquotes contributor Jenny 

Posted 1 week ago
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.
Posted 1 week ago

"People ask me, "what does smell baseball mean?"

It’s simple - To smell baseball is to love baseball, and all the things that make the game special.

The outfield grass after it’s cut in the morning. 

Pine tar on a rag.

A rosin bag.

Hot dogs on the grill.

The smell of the bat after a foul tip.

And my favorite - baseballs.

Each rubbed with magic mud from the Delaware River. 

The essence of the game, that gives me a sense of where I am, and where I want to be.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Posted 1 week ago
Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards.

Vern Law

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(via mightyflynn)
Posted 1 week ago
I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via teenager90s)
Posted 1 week ago


"I’m afraid of everything. I’ve been reading psychology books to try to figure out why. Logically, I know everything is fine. I know that I’m only twenty, and I have so many blessings and advantages. Yet I’m afraid I haven’t accomplished enough yet. I’m afraid of the future. Afraid of getting older. Afraid of being alone. Afraid of having a child. And afraid of the dark. I’m really, really afraid of the dark."

(Kiev, Ukraine)

Posted 1 week ago


I visited the Confident Children out of Conflict (CCC) Center in Juba, a place where displaced children in South Sudan are given shelter, an education, affection, and a second chance. I was greeted by Cathy, the center’s director. She was very kind, but also a bit nervous about my presence. She’d been briefed about my interview process. “We can talk about happy moments,” she said. “But let’s not ask these children about their saddest moments, or times they felt afraid. Many of them were malnourished, abandoned, or regularly sexually abused. Some of them have witnessed extreme violence. When journalists ask them to relive these memories, it can set them back for an entire month. They begin to act out. Often their trauma is so bad, that when the children first arrive, they can be very hateful toward me. But I feel blessed by the hate. Because I know it’s part of the healing process. And if they need someone to hate so that they can heal, I’m glad it can be me.”

A few minutes after this conversation, a young girl walked up to Cathy, gave her a hug, and ran away. Cathy seemed quite moved. “That girl was very badly abused,” she said. “She’s been here for months. And that’s the first time she’s ever hugged me.”

(Juba, South Sudan)