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

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

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

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.

To receive children’s love and to come home to a child who runs to you with a hug, among the most powerful emotional experiences available.

Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.

The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below

Little is much, If love abides

Life isn't fair. In never was and never will be.

Beware the beguiled, they do their own beguiling.

Anybody who claims that they know where this whole thing is all going is just lying.

I'll be your number one with a bullet.

I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.