He was a Victorian man, born in and shaped by another century, much given to bloated rhetoric, at once shrewd and pious, honorable and duplicitous, quick to cover his base moves with high-minded speeches (and, on occasion, his more high-minded moves with primitive explanations). He had promised his mother that he would never play on Sunday and he kept that promise, never, even as an executive, going to the ball park on that day either. Some writers could not decide whether he was the most religious man of his era in baseball or simply the greatest con man. David Halberstam on Branch Rickey, October 1964, p. 32