Ping Bodie

“{{IMDb name|11661764}}”

“You can't hit what you can't see.”

“You can't hit 'em if you can't see 'em.”

“Ball fans in and about Chicago and also in the western states sing the praises of "Ping Bodie" of the White Sox. Any time one mentions a good ball player, comes the query: "How about Bodie?" Now for the sake of argument I will give the relative averages of Bodie and Jackson of the Clevelands. Each began playing major league ball last year. Bodie played 145 games; jackson 147. Bodie hit .288; fielded .969. Jackson hit .408; fielded .959. Bodie stole 14 bases; Jackson 41. Who's who now?”

“When Ping Bodie reported from the coast, he looked as if he could cover more ground than any other outfielder in the country—sitting down. Ping was unknown in Texas and was playing with the second team one day when one spectator asked another, "Where did Comiskey get that big fellow over there?" "Oh, somewhere in the bushes, probably," was the reply. "He looks like he came from the {{w|Anheuser-Busch}}es," was the other's comment.”

“Ping Bodie received a {{w|loving cup}} at the Fair last month as the most popular player on the Coast. It is rumored that Ping will hock the cup and, with the proceeds of this transaction, send a Christmas present to his former manager, Callahan, of the Cubs [sic]. It is not known whether the present will be dynamite or {{w|Paris green}}.”

“Colston is batting away over the .400 mark, which certainly looks as though he were a Ty Cobb or Ping Bodie.”

“It ought to be 'fine'. It's costing you more than $600.”

“After Bodie left the majors, he got a job umpiring in a little league in California. The fans were riding him hard one day when he stopped the game, climbed to the top row of the grandstand, sat down and hollered, "Play ball!" Both the astonished managers stuck their faces against the screen and asked him what was the big idea. "If those guys can see better up here than I can from down here, then here's where I call 'em from," he roared. "Play ball!"”

“A couple of years ago "Ping" got a job umpiring in a California League. One days fans disagreed with him on about every decision he made. Finally "Ping" called time, took off his mask and protector, waddled up to the fifth row in the grand stand and sat down—settled himself and yelled "Play ball!" The home manager rushed up, stuck his nose through the screen and yelled: "What's the idea?" "Well," Ping answered, "if these guys can see better from here, then this is where I sits. Play ball!"”

“When Paul Swan claimed to be the most beautiful man in the world, there was no one to dispute him, as {{w|Rollie Zeider}} had jumped to the Feds, bunions and all, and Ping Bodie had flowed uphill over {{w|the Rockies}} into the Pacific League.”

“Italy's threat to join in the war was doubtless caused by the waiver affront offered to Ping Bodie.”

“Baseball will miss Ping Bodie, but baseball won't miss Ping as much as Ping used to miss the baseball.”

“Even if the groundhog doesn't see his shadow, Ping Bodie's will be large enough to supply all purposes.”

“Ping Bodie threatens to jump to the Feds. That is, he threatens the Feds.”

“Give me a mace and I'll drive the pumpkin down {{w|Whitey Ford}}'s throat.”

“It wasn't a baseball; it was a rock.”

“Rooming with him. Why, I room with the big monkey's baggage.”

“Philadelphia now has only two attractions left: the {{w|Liberty Bell}} and myself.”

“It's an impossibility to do much fence-busting up there; all the fences are concrete walls.”