No one hit home runs the way Babe did. They were something special. They were like homing pigeons. The ball would leave the bat, pause briefly, suddenly gain its bearings, then take off for the stands.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't try to hit home runs. I just try to meet the ball and get base hits.
When did it - When did it become okay for someone to hit home runs and forget how to play the rest of the game?
It was funny, when I thought of it afterward, how Ruth and Gehrig looked as they stood there. The Babe must have been waiting for me to get the ball up a little so he could get his bat under it.
When you're going into a game, you're not expected to hit a home run every game. You're just doing everything proper with proper swings.
The home run took a while to sink in because all I could think of was, 'We beat the Yankees! We beat the Yankees.'
There's something magical about a home run. It almost violates the space of the stadium. It's a game of the imagination in some ways. Baseball.
It would have been a helluva lot more fun if I had not hit those sixty-one home runs.
I wouldn't describe myself as a home run hitter. I'm just trying to hit the ball hard in the gaps. Just backspinning baseballs and hitting line drives.
You hit home runs not by chance but by preparation.
The typical baseball play is a pitcher throwing a ball and the batter not swinging at it, while the other players watch. Even a home run, the sport's defining big blast, is only metaphorically exciting; a fly ball that leaves the yard changes the score but may offer no more compelling view than an outfielder staring up.