Why the fairy tale of Willie Mays making a brilliant World Series catch, and then dashing off to play stickball in the street with his teenage pals. That’s baseball. So is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying, ‘I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.’

A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That's baseball.

If I walked back into the booth in the year 2025, I don't think it would have changed much. I think baseball would be played and managed pretty much the same as it is today. It's a great survivor.

With the Giants I broadcast the debut of Hall of Famer Willie Mays.

Baseball is continuity. Pitch to pitch. Inning to inning. Season to season.

I have great faith that Heaven's there and I'll see my brothers and my mom and dad when I get there.

In baseball, democracy shines its clearest. The only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rule book. And color, merely something to distinguish one team's uniform from another's.