Here's one thing I never say anymore: These people can't be that stupid, can they?

There is no sports event like Opening Day of baseball, the sense of beating back the forces of darkness and the National Football League.

One of the great rules of hockey is: On the Stanley Cup, all germs are healthy.

In August of 1921, one of the great American combinations was unveiled—even better than the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. This fortuitous new blend was radio and baseball.

Those of us who have tested gravity under a hoop know its mystical properties. Robin Layton, as I would have expected, has turned this staple of Americana into a gorgeous art form.

Baseball is all about stories, many of which are even true.

Every championship, by definition, is historic.

Baseball outfits went through their gaudy period during the disco '70's, when the White Sox looked like softball players and the Athletics looked like 'Saturday Night Fever' personified.

I love hockey because of the respect for history and for the game itself.

I would never tell anybody to give up hockey - the great sports we have here - basketball, lacrosse - rugby coming into its own - we've got so many great team sports, and I say hold on to them.

There may not be much future for the kind of sports column I did.

An act of God was defined as something which no reasonable man could have expected.

If you, like, consciously think about being cool, you're not cool. If you consciously think about being, like, different or original, you ain't different or original.

It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.

I'm a businessman as well as an entertainer. The reason why is because I want to own whatever I'm doing. I don't want to work for other people forever.

Focus on fruitful relationships that bring you closer to Jesus Christ.

Whenever you think you can or think you can’t, either way you are right. (Henry Ford)

That which secures life from exhaustion lies in the unseen world, deep at the roots of things.

I mean, the best thing for my knee, for anyone's knee, is to never play again and retire. But I'm not going to do that.

Perhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser.

A dream is unrehearsed.