I was not broadcasting St. Louis Cardinals baseball because I was accomplished. I was broadcasting baseball at 21 years old because I was Jack Buck's son. I had a billion advantages.

I was broadcasting Cardinal baseball in the major leagues at the age of 21, and that only happened because my last name was Buck.

I'm a flawed, hard-working, hard-trying person.

I try to make what I say count.

Any surgery done to improve one's looks is not really something someone wants to talk about.

Most of the time, if someone gives me trouble at a bar or something, saying, 'Why do you hate the Red Sox or Patriots?' they end up buying you a drink or whatever. They like to be heard, say their piece, and then talk about the team.

You can't let criticism stop you from learning new things.

I'd be willing to do anything once. I did live bass fishing on TV. I've done horse jumping... so clearly I'm not very picky.

People would ask, 'Why is your vocal cord paralyzed?' I said it was a virus. I didn't say it was an elective procedure to add hair to the front of my head. It was embarrassing. There's an embarrassing element to that.

I would rather be in San Francisco than just about anywhere on Earth.

If you're going to scream and yell and pull a groin when calling a catch, you have to really make sure what you're seeing is actually what's happening.

I love the St. Louis Blues, it's the only team I openly root for.

I got a chance to host the 'Late Late Show' for two nights before they hired Craig Ferguson. I enjoyed it, but nothing can replace the thrill of calling an NFC championship game or a Super Bowl or a World Series.

My dad was not good at saying no. I'm trying to be better at saying no.

Timing in my life has been fortuitous.

My dad worked so hard. He slept in his own bed maybe half the nights of the year because of road assignments, but even when he was home, he was covering games. It put a lot of pressure on my mom. She brought in her parents to help out, and it took a village to raise us. I was lucky.

I kind of feel like curling combines this weird vision of people sliding down a lane, and it looks like it combines bowling and every bar game I've ever played. But I still don't understand what the hell it is.

We do scales, vocal exercises every day. I run the voice up and down, get as high as I can and as low as I can. I work on breathing, too.

I'm close with Paul Rudd.

I mean, I've done college basketball, a horse race, a bunch of different things and they'd blow by but golf has a frenetic pace of bouncing around from shot to shot and green to green and, in essence, acre to acre over this huge plot of land with over 150 players who are their own team.

You can let the size of the crowd, when you do Super Bowl, overwhelm you if you want, and that opening on camera is one of the most intense, awkward feelings you can ever have.

If Jim Nantz is tweeting at me, 'Go back to baseball, you suck at golf,' then I've got problems. If it's somebody else who's just a voice out there, well, that just comes with the job.

I don't want to keep doing the same thing over and over for the rest of my life.

There are a lot of people across the country, for as silly as this sounds, who obsess about hair loss.