“I guess my thermometer for my baseball fever is still a goose bump.”

If I can get a story about a player, I would give you a ship load of numbers, batting averages and all just for that one precious story. That’s the kind of thing that I love to do.

I’ve told several writers this, and, again, I get back to it, but if you want to make God smile, tell him your plans.

I’m not a military general, a business guru, not a philosopher or author. It’s only me.

As long as you live keep smiling because it brightens everybody’s day.

Good is not good when better is expected.

I don’t like to be alone, but I do cherish the moments that I’m alone with a good book.

Almost all of us growing up have played baseball on some level. It has an inside track with people. It has a unifying effect.

Thank you for sneaking your transistor under the pillow as you grew up loving the Tigers. God has a new adventure for me.

I really love baseball. The guys and the game, and I love the challenge of describing things. The only thing I hate – and I know you have to be realistic and pay the bills in this life – is the loneliness on the road.

Statistics are used much like a drunk uses a lamppost: for support, not illumination.

One of my favorite expressions ever uttered by a player is Roy Campanella’s line about how, in order to be a major-league player, you have to have a lot of little boy in you.

If I categorized home runs that I’ve seen, without a doubt the monumental one is Henry’s. But I’ve seen a lot of classic, great home runs. Gibson’s was probably the most theatrical home run I’ve ever seen.

When I was very small, maybe 8 years old, we had a big radio that stood on four legs, and it had a cross piece underneath it, and I used to take a pillow and crawl under the radio.

Be a bobbed cork: When you are pushed down, bob up.

To be honest, I’ve never been interested in how many games I’ve done and seen. It doesn’t mean anything to anybody. All I know is I’m eternally grateful for having been allowed to work so many games.

It’s easier to pick off a fast runner than to pick off a lazy runner.

Being with a woman all night never hurt no professional baseball player. It’s staying up all night looking for a woman that does him in.

There are three things you can do in a baseball game. You can win, or you can lose, or it can rain.

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

Today you don’t have to do that, because catchers’ mitts are more like first baseman’s gloves.

I was acting when I was playing baseball.

Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?

I had chances to do that stuff, but I like baseball, I really do.