“I’ve always felt that the game itself is pretty much a melody and I am there to provide the lyrics.”

If there are dominant teams, people enjoy discussing whether that’s good or bad for the game.

We live in this world of tweeting, and social media, and anti-social media, and all the rest, so no matter what you say, there is going to be what people say is a firestorm. I don’t know what a firestorm is.

I think the Cowboys are one of only two teams in all of sports that engender love and hate to that extreme.

There are some things in life where it’s better to receive than to give, and massage is one of them.

As a kid growing up, I was so in sync as a fan that that served me well through the years. I can feel the game.

I’ve always felt that I’m in a spontaneous business and if you script something, if you plan something, it will sound that way.

It’s the bane of both the news and sports businesses, both electronic and print.

The other is the Yankees. You love the Yankees or you hate the Yankees.

And if there aren’t any dominant teams, then people enjoy discussing that.

I always believe in miracles.

Any time a running back reaches the age of 31 or 32, he has to lose a step.

The Miami Dolphins have to be taken seriously. Here’s a team that seems to be jelling.

People didn’t know the difference between a blue line and a clothes line.

Those three words, Monday Night Football, resonate like no other.

I still believe Emmitt has enough left in the tank to be a productive back over the next couple of seasons.

You want the lyrics to match the melody, because if you are composing a song or recording a song, it’s cacophonous if they don’t match.

The antidote to envy is one’s own work. Always one’s own work. Not the thinking about it. Not the assessing of it. But the doing of it. The answers you want can come only from the work itself.

The blues is life itself.

Our epoch does not love itself.

The Universe knows itself and expands itself through me.

In a world that we know can feed itself, upwards of 40,000 children die very day from conditions of malnutrition. Surely we must question why we are allowing this carnage to continue

Order doesn’t come by itself.

A whole aspect of living well, of civilization itself, is threatened with extinction.

Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself.