Oliver Quotes - page 4
It was Jack Oliver, the deputy finance chairman of the Bush campaign. He was upset-so upset, I couldn't make out his words at first. "You fucked us!" he yelled. "I can't believe you did that. We gave you all this access, and you fucked us in return." Bush hadn't liked the piece at all. In fact, I later heard from someone who was with him at the time, he was wounded by it.
Tucker Carlson
The first start I ever got in the big leagues was in Pittsburgh for the last three games in 1967. I knew Dock Ellis and I met Clemente through him. We talked every time we met in the following years. He gave me a few pointers. I felt if a guy like Roberto could tell you something, it was wise to listen. I always like to talk to outstanding players about hitting – Roberto Clemente, Joe Torre, Tommy Davis. Guys who have the same hitting style as I do. But I remember Roberto for one thing he did with his glove, not his bat. In 1971, he took a home run away from me here in the Dome. Steve Blass was pitching and we were behind, 1-0, in the ninth. Joe Morgan walked and I hit a ball to right that was going over the yellow line. I know the game is tied for sure. If [it's gone], we win. But Clemente went head-on into the wall, and fell to the ground, almost on his neck. He was motionless. Al Oliver came over and took the ball out of his glove. I couldn't believe he caught the ball.
Roberto Clemente
Everybody knows what kind of player Bobby was, but I'll miss him most as a man. He was probably the best friend I ever had in this game. On the buses and planes, in the clubhouse, he was a joy to be around, so happy all the time, always looking for something to laugh about. He had something going on with each player. It's kind of unique in baseball when a person – especially a superstar like him – can get along so well with twenty-five different players. I've never heard anybody talk about Clemente being aloof. Any time a guy would be going bad – say, Oliver or Cash – next day you'd see Clemente sitting by his locker, talkin' to him. Nobody else around – just real quiet talk. Players on other teams used to come to Clemente and ask, "What am I doing wrong?" He'd tell 'em no matter what it cost our club – that guy could beat us a ball game – but none of our players felt bad when he tried to help somebody. That's the way he was.
Roberto Clemente
