Are you crying?
No.
Are you crying? Are you crying!? There's no crying. There's no crying in baseball.
Why don't you leave her alone, Jimmy.
Oh you zip it, Doris! Rogers Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pig shit, and that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game - and did I cry?
No.. no.
No! No! And do you know why?
No.
Because there's no crying in baseball. No crying!

-- A League of Their Own