Love Quote by Tommy Lasorda

Lasorda answers a work-life question the way a born dugout performer would: with a punchline that turns labor into libido. The intent is defensive and recruiting at once. He’s swatting away the modern suspicion that devotion must be unhealthy, insisting that true love for the game is self-renewing. But he’s also selling an identity: the manager as the luckiest guy alive, not a stressed-out executive. If you buy that, you’ll forgive the hours, the losses, the travel, the tantrums.

The subtext is classic old-school baseball masculinity. Kissing “a pretty girl” is a stand-in for pleasure that’s uncomplicated, socially approved, and vaguely competitive - the kind of metaphor that makes the grind sound not just tolerable but virile. It’s also a sleight of hand. Burnout isn’t about disliking the core activity; it’s about the endless obligations wrapped around it. Lasorda collapses all of that - press, front office politics, managing egos, living in public - into the pure moment of affection. The line works because it refuses complexity with swagger.

Context matters: Lasorda was as much a public character as a strategist, a man who turned pep into theater. In an era that prized loyalty and stamina, he reframed exhaustion as ingratitude. The joke lands because it flatters the audience, too: if you’re “tired,” maybe you didn’t love it enough.