Top 100 Quotes & Sayings by Skip Bayless - Page 2

For years I wrote newspaper columns mostly about the teams in my city. There was no cheering in the press box, and I fought to remain objective.

I consider myself a reasonably intelligent guy. Made straight A's in high school (except for driver's ed and typing).

During games, I love a Twitter-rocking dunk as much as the next NBA nut. But now, I'd slightly rather see a crowd-detonating (or crowd-silencing) 3-pointer, either off four or five whip-whip passes or (even better) off a steal and a one-on-two pull-up on a solo fast break. No shot in basketball can be more psychologically devastating.

Durant has developed a LeBron Complex, sounding like he wants to be his best buddy LeBron as well as beat him.

I can speak only as a white guy.

Punting is an underrated art because of the strategy, skill and athleticism involved.

Great is great no matter the age.

You see far more swings and misses on can't-miss football recruits than basketball blue chips.

Ever the coach's dream, Tebow embraced the role of punt protector.

Ochocinco had a rare instinct for making himself an almost daily story.

I'm LeBron's 'No. 1 Critic' and his 'Biggest Hater.' I feel a little like Shailene Woodley's character in 'Divergent.' The government is going to eliminate me because I don't fit in.

No doubt Mayweather is the greatest defensive fighter ever.

Sometimes I feel like the easiest target in sports.

Mayweather has boxing genius. But it takes one to know one, and he knew right away Pacquiao also has rare boxing IQ - an equalizing gift for setting up and taking down an opponent.

For me, watching football played in the snow is abominable, as in snowman.

I admit I get psycho-competitive.

You will find no bigger media fan of Manziel's than I am.

The 3 brought some art back into the science of winning NBA titles.

I remain unashamed to publicly declare my lifelong love of watching football. I have watched thousands upon thousands of games simply because I cared solely about which team won.

No player in NBA history has driven me crazier, night after night after NIGHT, than the Thunder storm that can be Russell Westbrook, No. 0.

I closely follow football (and basketball and baseball) for the right reasons, not the alarmingly irrelevant ones.

Tear away fantasy football's fraternal facade and you discover it's built on megalomaniacal anarchy. Its subliminal message: Forget the team you've always rooted for. You be the owner and the GM. You pick and control the players. You be the star, Joe (and Jill) Nobody.

Once upon a time, kickers actually were players. Lou 'The Toe' Groza started at left tackle and played some defensive line while turning into the first straight-on place-kicking star, for the Cleveland Browns. Quarterback George Blanda led the NFL in completions once and the AFL three times while kicking field goals and extra points.

Chris Paul, president of the NBA Players Association, can lead an entire league but can't lead his team when it really counts.

I do not hate Andrew Luck.

When Durant was in college, I predicted on 'First Take' he would lead the NBA in scoring and began calling him my favorite player.

I certainly could be wrong, but I don't believe God decides athletic competitions.

Politics can cloud objectivity.

Though I graduated from Vanderbilt, I was born into a family of crazed University of Oklahoma football fans and became one.

I'm perfectly fine with Pacquiao the Christian wanting to separate Mayweather from his senses.

Field goal kicking is wildly exciting for all the wrong reasons. We regularly interrupt games to go for a ride on the equivalent of Disney's stomach-in-throat Tower of Terror.

Obviously, college stars deserve substantial compensation, right?

When you watch Chris Paul on the playoff stage, you often sense he is fighting two battles, one against his nature and one against his opponent.

Give me great players making great plays under the world's greatest pressure. Give me red white and blue real football.

When the NBA first resorted to it in 1979, I must admit I thought it was a circus rule, the equivalent of asking players to be shot out of cannons or swallow swords, something borrowed from the stepchild ABA with its red, white and blue basketballs. A 3-point line? The beautiful game of basketball didn't need a clown shot.

No doubt boxing's brutal beauty lies in the eye of the rooting beholder.

Inch for inch, the 6-foot-3 Westbrook is the NBA's most sensationally talented player, a relentlessly explosive basket-attacker with a deadly pull-up jumper - a top-10 NBA player by any big-picture statistical measure from Player Efficiency Rating to Win Shares.

I've long been offended by not-so-godly pro football players I've known who showed up for pregame chapel - Sunday-only Christians rubbing the proverbial rabbit's foot - then after victories declared it was 'God's will' that their team won.

Just my two cents: Even as a Christian, I love boxing because it's the ultimate stand-alone test of a competitor's skill and will. Just two opponents, lightly gloved, and a referee ready to jump in and stop it the moment he believes one opponent can no longer defend himself.

Punters must catch bullet snaps that sometimes bounce or test their verticals. Then they must aim away from dangerous returners or pierce the wind with low spirals or drop punts into 'coffin corners' or stick them nose-first like majestic 2-irons near the goal line.