A Quote by Jeff Jarvis

I hate baseball. It's dull. Nothing happens. It's like watching grass - no, Astroturf - grow

Jeff Jarvis

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Baseball Dull Grass Grow Happens Hate I Hate Like Nothing Watching

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Jeff Jarvis
American - Journalist
Born: July 15, 1954

I don't know whether I prefer Astroturf to grass. I never smoked Astroturf.

Joe Namath

What is the difference between astroturf and grass? I don't know, I never smoked astroturf.

Tug McGraw

I dunno. I never smoked any Astroturf. (When asked whether he preferred grass or Astroturf

Tug McGraw

There is something in people; you might even call it a little bit of a gambling instinct… I tell people investing should be dull. It shouldn't be exciting. Investing should be more like watching paint dry or watching grass grow. If you want excitement, take $800 and go to Las Vegas.

Paul Samuelson

Grass is the least rewarding of all status symbols... The grass does nothing but drink money, exhaust energies, crush spirits, destroy sleep, create tensions and interfere with the watching of baseball games, and sprout insolent signs ordering humans to keep off it.

Russell Baker

Investing should be more like watching paint dry or watching grass grow. If you want excitement, take $800 and go to Las Vegas.

Paul Samuelson

I hate the uneducated and the ignorant. I hate the pompous and the phoney. I hate the jealous and the resentful. I hate the crabbed and mean and the petty. I hate all ordinary dull little people who aren't ashamed of being dull and little.

John Fowles

If the grass looks greener on the other side, it is probably astroturf.

Nicky Gumbel

Fellow from Texas can tell the difference between grass-roots and AstroTurf.

Lloyd Bentsen

My favorite thing about coaching? Teaching. Being around young people, just watching a player grow and develop. You know, a young man comes in with dreams and goals and ambitions and just helping him reach (them). It's like your dad watching you grow up and like me watching my boys grow.

Tubby Smith

Grass is the forgiveness of nature-her constant benediction. Fields trampled with battle, saturated with blood, torn with the ruts of cannon, grow green again with grass and carnage is forgotten. Streets abandoned by traffic become grass-grown, like rural lanes and are obliterated. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal.