There's a lot of blood, sweat, and guts between dreams and success.

First there are those who are winners, and know they are winners. Then there are the losers who know they are losers. Then there are those who are not winners, but don't know it. They're the ones for me. They never quit trying. They're the soul of our game.

I can remember loving to recruit. I knew I was going to do my best. But traveling and recruiting doesn't appeal to me any more. It's not as much fun as it used to be.

A champion pays an extra price to be better than anyone else.

I always want my players to show class, knock'em down, pat on the back, and run back to the huddle.

Little things make the difference. Everyone is well prepared in the big things, but only the winners perfect the little things.

The idea of molding men means a lot to me.