For 350 years we have been taught that reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man and writing an exact man. Football's place is to add a patina of character, a deference to the rules and a respect for authority.

Today's game is always different from yesterday's game.

It is well known that the older a man grows, the faster he could run as a boy.

Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.

Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection.

Writing is very much like bricklaying. You learn to put one brick on top of another and spread the mortar so thick.

The natural habitat of the tongue is the left cheek.