Until Color TV came along, BW TV was too muddy to be enjoyable.

Baseball games are like snowflakes and fingerprints, no two are ever alike.

Hardly anybody recognizes the most significant moments of their life at the time they happen.

1946, if my memory is correct. Harry "The Cat" Brecheen went against the Red Sox in Game 7. I stayed home to listen, practically had my head inside the radio.

I lost my wife Barbara to cancer few years ago. I would give whatever time I have left to spend one more day with her.

The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved.

Someone once described the pitching of a no-hit game as like catching lighting in a bottle.