Eddie Cicotte: I always figured it was talent made a man big, you know, if I was the best at something. I mean, we're the guys they come to see. Without us, there ain't a ballgame. Yeah, but look at who's holding the money and look at who's facing a jail cell. Talent don't mean nothing. And where's Comiskey and Sullivan, Attell, Rothstein? Out in the back room cutting up profits, that's where. That's the damn conspiracy.Buck Weaver: You get out there, and the stands are full and everybody's cheerin'. It's like everybody in the world come to see you. And inside of that there's the players, they're yakkin' it up. The pitcher throws and you look for that pill... suddenly there's nothing else in the ballpark but you and it. Sometimes, when you feel right, there's a groove there, and the bat just eases into it and meets that ball. When the bat meets that ball and you feel that ball just give, you know it's going to go a long way. Damn, if you don't feel like you're going to live forever.[Some New Jersey fans are arguing on whether a Hoboken outfielder is Joe Jackson (the outfielder is, in fact, Shoeless Joe)]New Jersey Fan #1: You ever see him play?New Jersey Fan #2: Yeah, I saw pictures.New Jersey Fan #1: Pictures[scoffs]Buck Weaver: I saw him play.New Jersey Fan #1: Yeah? What do you think?Buck Weaver: He was the best. Run, hit, throw... he was the best.New Jersey Fan #1: So what do you think? Is it him?Buck Weaver: Nah. Those fellas are all gone now.

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