It occurs to me as we're all sitting here thinking of Mickey, he's probably somewhere getting an earful from Casey Stengel, and no doubt quite confused by now.

Champions don't become champions in the field---they are merely recognized there.

The best thing about sports is the sense of community and shared emotion it can create.

If OJ Simpson did not have a handgun, Nicole and Ron would still be alive today.

If that's the last image of Michael Jordan...how magnificent is it!?

The National League game is chess; The American League is checkers.

(He was) a fragile hero to whom we had an emotional attachment so strong and lasting that it defied logic.

We're still buzzin' about Bruce Springsteen at halftime, but I'll tell you if there was one guy we weren't thinking was 'Born To Run' it was James Harrison.

All that's missing for Utah is a blindfold and a cigarette.

People will speculate about what they want, but that is not my intention.

He was our symbol of baseball at a time when the game meant something to us that perhaps it no longer does.

Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!

As Sicknes is the greatest misery, so the greatest misery of sicknes, is solitude...Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itselfe.-DONNE

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If you're going to be able to look back on something and laugh about it you might as well laugh about it now.

I have always wanted to live where one could practice (golf) shots in one's pajamas before breakfast.

In the mouth of a bad dog fals often a good bone.

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.

I vent through my music. That's the only outlet I have.

There is stupid. And then there is cyberstupid.

Frank Sinatra taught me how to do him. It took me seven years to master him. He would tell me, tap your foot, Rich, and don't forget to grasp your sleeve.