It Feels Radical In Kind Of A Tubular Sort Of Way

I’ve been living, eating, and sleeping baseball for the last several weeks, which is fine because I love baseball, but it will be nice to eat a normal dinner again. David’s team suffered an unfortunate (and by unfortunate I mean, they were nearly no-hit by the opposing team) loss tonight. I snapped this picture of a gathering at second base during a pitching change. It made me think of one of my favorite quotes from, I think, the best baseball movie ever made, Bull Durham.


That movie was made in 1988, which was, like a lifetime ago, so many of you youngsters might not have seen it. Do yourself a favor and get it in your Netflix queue before the summer is over. Here are my other favorite Bull Durham quotes.

"Excuse me, but what the hell's going on out here?" "Well, Nuke's scared because his eyelids are jammed and his old man's here. We need a live... is it a live rooster? We need a live rooster to take the curse off Jose's glove and nobody seems to know what to get Millie or Jimmy for their wedding present. Is that about right? We're dealing with a lot of shit."

“Your shower shoes have fungus on them. You’ll never make it to the bigs with fungus on your shower shoes. Think classy, you’ll be classy. If you win 20 in the show, you can let the fungus grow back and the press’ll think you’re colorful. Until you win 20 in the show, however, it means you are a slob.”

“This son of a bitch is throwing a two-hit shutout. He’s shaking me off. You believe that shit? Charlie, here comes the deuce. And when you speak of me, speak well.”

“Relax, all right? Don’t try to strike everybody out. Strikeouts are boring! Besides that, they’re fascist. Throw some ground balls – it’s more democratic.”

“Man that ball got outta here in a hurry. I mean anything travels that far oughta have a damn stewardess on it, don’t you think?”

“It feels out there. I mean, it’s a major rush. I mean, it feels radical in kind of a tubular sort of way, but most of all, it feels out there.”

“Well, he really hit the shit outta that one, didn’t he?”
“I held it like an egg.”
“Yeah, and he scrambled the son of a bitch. Look at that, he hit the fucking bull! Guy gets a free steak!”

“You guys. You lollygag the ball around the infield. You lollygag your way down to first. You lollygag in and out of the dugout. You know what that makes you? Larry!”

“I wouldn’t dig in if I was you. Next one might be at your head. I don’t know where it’s gonna go. Swear to God.”

© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2011 and Orion Pictures, 1988