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Boys of Summer 84: [T]he editors [. . .] thought that it was essential that we beat the Times by recording in our city edition ‘nothing for Cleveland in the top of the fourth,’ while the Times city edition recorded only a scoreless tie through three complete innings. [...] To achieve this beat, a Western Union sports ticker had been installed in the composing room . (con. 1953) Boys of Summer 169: ‘Reese’s great hurt is that he has only a daughter. He wants a son. He told me the other morning, ‘I guess I’m shooting blanks’. Boys of Summer 136: I had no stomach to be quizzed on my bobbling of the Robinson story or on the Herald Tribune’s sudden censorship. (con. c. 1953) Boys of Summer 242: A final fast ball is inside. The batter walks, forcing in a run. ‘Hey, Dressen,’ screams the constant fan, ‘take that bum out’. (con. 1952) Boys of Summer 106: ‘Say, you guys goin’ out to see the coal? [...] The coal is taking over. [...] We got to stop these cannibals ‘fore they eat us. Gonna be a lotta cannibals out today, see that nigger [Jackie] Robinson’ . Boys of Summer 401: ‘They’re too young to remember what I did, or they don’t care. I began to talk and some shouted “Oreo.” You know. The cookie that’s black outside and white underneath’. Boys of Summer 267: Robinson hits a triple and bowls me over. [...] He really crashed me. Boys of Summer 325: Ben Chapman had been cutting Jack strong. [...] Jack [...] said, ‘Look, Chapman, you son of a bitch. You [...] open your mouth to me one more time during this game, I’m gonna [...] kick the shit out of you.’ . Boys of Summer 91: When Leo Durocher, then married to the Mormon actress Laraine Day, shouted at Jackie Robinson, ‘My dick to you,’ Robinson [...] cried, ‘Give it to Laraine. She needs it more than I do’ . Boys of Summer 122: Dick Williams, who reasoned that he would be thrown off the bench for calling an umpire ‘motherfucker,’ cogitated and found a solution. ‘Hey,’ he’d shout. ‘Ump. You’re a mawdicker.’. Boys of Summer 235: ‘I was struggling so much I couldn’t enjoy it. Snider, Pafko, Furillo, they weren’t humpties. [...] To play with guys that good was humbling’. (con. 1952) Boys of Summer 122: Roy Campanella [...] indicated two vitamin pills [...] ‘You’d be amazed,’ he said, ‘at all the power that’s in them little eggs’. (con. 1952) Boys of Summer 101: ‘Your mother read the Times. Well, you can forget that fucking paper. Rocco’s a helluva man, but that don’t mean a fuck’. Boys of Summer 64: Then he said harshly, ‘Come on, let’s go see the Hunyaks.’ ‘Hunyaks?’ ‘The people you’re down here to write about. The ball players.’. Boys of Summer 92: A minor leaguer, driving toward the majors, has coaches and scouts studying him every day. The man who collapses into tremors with men on base dies, as the saying is, in Peoria. Boys of Summer 335: ‘Of all the dumb dago things to do. I was going to find a spot for you. Now I can’t. [...] What a rock’. Boys of Summer 297: My younger brother Roy [. . .] had good ability, but he was too hardheaded. He had to roll separate. Boys of Summer 307: ‘Well, now, pitchin’, you know, is a shell game. You move the ball. You make the hitter guess. [...] The odds are he’ll guess wrong’. Boys of Summer 308: ‘[D]o you think that, as smart as umpires were then and as smart as they are today, a man could have stood out and throwed the spitter time after time without one of them snapping onto you?’. (con. 1953) Boys of Summer 131: ‘When are you through tonight?’ Williams said. ‘Two o’clock’ ‘Son of a buck. And we got a curfew’ [ibid] 159: ‘Whoop,’ cried Campanella, wrapping an arm around my chest. [...] ‘We’ll take those Yankee bastards,’ Robinson shouted. ‘Son of a buck,’ Carl Erskine said, with shining eyes. (con. 1952) Boys of Summer 150: ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘I left your son of a buck of a book on the fucking train’. Boys of Summer 393: ‘Ya want a guy that comes to play,’ suggests Leo Durocher, whose personal relationship with Robinson was spiky. Boys of Summer 84: A printer hovered over the page and responded quickly to the information I fed. ‘Nothing for Brooklyn in the first’ ‘A zip for the Bums’ . Boys of Summer 22: ‘Let's catch. You've got a hitch in your throw I want to work on. [...] Reach back; reach. You want to zip it’.