Happy 110th birthday to Frank Zamboni, who left us in 1988 but still resurfaces periodically.

Hockey belongs to the Cartoon Network, where a person can be pancaked by an ACME anvil, then expanded - accordion-style - back to full stature, without any lasting side effect.

Moms are as relenless as the tides. They don't just drive as to practice, they drive us to greatness

By the age of 18, the average American has witnessed 200,000 acts of violence on television, most of them occurring during Game 1 of an NHL playoff series.

I never learned the secret handshake. That may be one of the reasons I've grown to love English soccer.

You can be writing every day. When you go on a road trip, the trip itself becomes part of the story.

Summer runs out the way a centerfielder runs out of real estate - slowly at first, then all at once.

I had almost nothing published until I had something published in Sports Illustrated. I started there as a fact-checker two weeks after I got out of college and was there for almost 20 years.

As life speeds by, nostalgia has a shorter pregnancy. Games still in progress are given the straight-to-sepia status of "Instant Classics" no matter how oxymoronic that phrase appears.

Sometimes our fate is different from the one we imagined for ourselves.

Milton Hope led the singing of Happy Birthday ... He would say, 'Keep it sweet and short and don't try to be funny.'

Then there is the further question of what is the relationship of thinking to reality. As careful attention shows, thought itself is in an actual process of movement.

When the flood cometh it sweepeth away grain as well as chaff.

Literacy is freedom, and everyone has something significant to say.

Jazz is music made by and for people who have chosen to feel good in spite of conditions.

I spend enough time onscreen looking hangdog and depressed.

Worry is the warning light that shows I’ve stopped looking to God to meet my needs.

Everyone's got their own velocity, and there's no real time frame with comedy.