If I could get someone like John Grisham or someone like that to sit down and write a book with me, I'd love that.

I don't want to get back into the pressure cooker of play-by-play and worry about travel. I don't want to die in a stadium parking lot.

If I've helped people enjoy the telecast, that's fine. That's my purpose.

I've announced every kind of sporting event except hockey and demolition derby, and to be frank about it, I don't really care to ever do those.

I'm one guy who loves to drive to work.

This 'Whoa, Nellie!' thing is overrated. There were all kinds of stories going around. People said I had a mule in Georgia named Nellie. Well, we had a mule in Georgia, but her name was Pearl.

When you come into Camp Randall Stadium to play a game, you better double-clutch your chinstrap because you're going to be in a smash-mouth game.

My grandma once told my mama, 'The kid's walking crazy around the cornfield, talking to himself.' I was calling ballgames.

You must tell the truth. You must be truthful to yourself and the values of the game that got you there.

I talk to the guy who busted his butt all week to buy a color TV, and the woman who's raising her kids, the people I owe a debt to. I'm talking to people in hotel rooms, lonesome people.