“Well, folks. That’s the greatest open in the history of television — bar none!”

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.

Do you believe in miracles?

Tiger Woods is like a piece of fine art that belongs in the Louvre, and so, too, is Scott Medlock’s painting of Tiger Woods and Sergio Garcia…a true masterpiece!

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

You heard it here first!’ Who cares? That’s nothing but a vanity play. If it’s not right, it’s garbage.

People only get really interesting when they start to rattle the bars of their cages.

Married life is an existence with bars around it.

The unsaid message of that endless rack of juniors’ pushup bras?

Tattooed men who are not behind bars are either latent criminals or degenerate aristocrats.

Finding an etiolated Henry James slumped at the bar in a haze of indecision, and shooting him dead.

If the history of the American sentence were a John Ford movie, its second act would conclude with the young Ernest Hemingway walking into a saloon

For my bar mitzvah, I gave out a mix tape of ’90s grunge – if you got it now, you would think it was the ‘Singles’ soundtrack.

I watched a lot of the James Bond movies, certainly, both the old ones and the reboot with Daniel Craig. I watched a lot of the Matt Helm films with Dean Martin, which just have these great car scenes where it’s rear-projected, and they just start making martinis out of a bar in the glove compartment.