When I went to Brooklyn in 1948 Jackie Robinson was at the height of his brilliant career.

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

I'd like to be remembered as someone who showed up for the job. I consider myself a worker.

Wheaties was the big sponsor in those days (1940s). They sponsored almost all the baseball games in the majors and the minors. That was a lot of Wheaties. I think there were twenty-four boxes in a case and some of these guys were hitting twenty-five and thirty home runs a season. We had a dog in those days named Blue Grass and the players used to give us their Wheaties for him. Blue Grass loved Wheaties and so did I.

I've found that if you wear a beret, people think you're either a cabdriver or a producer of dirty movies.

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

Baseball is just a game, as simple as a ball and bat, yet as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. A sport, a business and sometimes almost even a religion.