Quotes by Michael Barrett

“[On Friday,] Miguel Cabrera hit third and moved a runner over, and it produced a run. Thats what its all about. No matter where you hit, just try to play the game and be smart and do the little things when the times right. And when the times right, try to do the big things.”

“I couldnt believe it was going to be a close play, and all of sudden he (catcher Johnny Estrada) had the ball before I even started sliding. It was a great play on their part.”

“He showed me a lot today.”

“Fans have grown weary of the complacency that surrounded the Cubs. I know from my buddy back home. Hes 42 and hes been a Cubs fan all his life. He feels like hes going to have a coronary attack every time we lose. Cubs fans love this team. Theyre not front-runners. And now that the White Sox have won the World Series, the quest to win a championship is on the tip of (Cubs fans) brains.”

“Thats just God saying, Youd better stay humble; Ill find you.”

“The one thing I like about this team is as great as it was, as fun as it was, theres no real celebrating what happened today. It means were focused and moving on.”

“What can I say? I go up to hit there and I still cant believe that Im in this situation. Bases loaded, Cubs-Cardinals, Wrigley Field. I cant believe it.”

“Theres 180 houses in our development, and it found ours.”

“Being able to pinch-hit and get [the two-run homer Saturday] and this ... I dont know whats going on.”

“He was down here [in the clubhouse] in the third inning, getting ready for the game. He starts his routine a lot earlier than most guys Ive ever seen. I walked in here to get warm for a split second in the third, and I saw him getting ready, so I thought maybe I need to get ready, too. That way, when I went in to hit, I didnt feel rushed.”

When Abbess Ebba received tidings of the near approach of the pagan hordes, who had already wrecked vengeance upon ecclesiastics, monks, and consecrated virgins, she summoned her nuns to Chapter, and in a moving discourse exhorted them to preserve at any cost the treasure of their chastity. Then seizing a razor, and calling upon her daughters to follow her heroic example, she mutilated her face in order to inspire the barbarian invaders with horror at the sight. The nuns without exception courageously followed the example of their abbess. When the Danes broke into the cloister and saw the nuns with faces thus disfigured, they fled in panic. Their leaders, burning with rage, sent back some of their number to set fire to the monastery, and thus the heroic martyrs perished in the common ruin of their house.

St. Triduana devoted herself to God in a solitary life at Rescobie in Angus (now Forfarshire). While dwelling there, a prince of the country having conceived an unlawful passion for her is said to have pursued her with his unwelcome attentions. To rid herself of his importunities, as a legend relates, Triduana bravely plucked out her beautiful eyes, her chief attraction, and sent them to her admirer. Her heroism, it is said, procured for her the power of curing diseases of the eyes.