I was a Knicks fan of the Kenny Sears-Carl Braun-Jim Baechtold vintage. I was even their ball boy when I was a teenager.

Game calls cant be just, Oh, by the way, as part of a larger discussion.

I've always felt that I shouldn't scream on the air...I just feel there's a way of rising enthusiastically if there's an exciting play, but you don't have to scream. There are people who do shout, and I think that's unnecessary. You have to be under control at all times, no matter what's taking place. Enthusiasm and excitement can be expressed without going berserk.

The Chicago Bulls’ Michael Jordan’s three-point explosion in Game 1 of the 1992 NBA Finals against Portland is easily one of the greatest performances I’ve ever seen. As he made his sixth straight, he winked directly at (broadcast partner) Mike (Fratello) and me and held his palms up in a shrug, as if to say, What can I do?

I would never scream at my kids, never raise my voice. But as they often tell me, they were so well behaved that screaming was not necessary.

In 1957, I was a 16-year-old office boy for the Dodgers.

If Justin Beiber was 7 feet tall, he'd look like [Meyers Leonard] that.