Randolph smacked the pink projectile way up in the air, over the asphalt infield, over the fence that was an automatic double, over the alley that was a triple, and —crash! — right up against the fence over the 16th floor.
"More than any other contemporary African-American athlete, his ability to thrive in the pressure cooker of corporate America, while never making any embarrassing 'I’m not black, I’m universal' comments or selling his soul rather than just his visage, makes him a role model"
"In America, people sometimes hope New York will die before the close of the century. And so the spectre of another Yankee Frankenstein rising from the ash of urban blight is enough to turn stomachs from Shawnee Mission to Walla Walla"
“New Yorkers don't easily accept ballplayers. They almost always come from somewhere else, itinerants and mercenaries, and most of them are rejected. Those who are accepted seem to have been part of New York forever. Hernandez is one of them”