That boy don't know the meaning of the word fear. In fact, I just saw his grades, and that boy don't know the meaning of a lot of words.

I suppose I'm like most coaches now, standing on the sideline hoping somebody asks them a question.

That boy don't know the meaning of the word fear. In fact, I just saw his grades, and that boy don't know the meaning of a lot of words.

Somehow, I went from being too young, to being too old. Somewhere in there I must have been just right.

If short hair and good manners won football games, Army and Navy would play for the national championship every year.

A better ending could not have been scripted. Of course, if we had won, that would have been better.

As good as we were, we didn’t win a National Championship until 1993, mainly because we kept losing to Miami on missed kicks. I used to get mad because nobody else would play Miami. Notre Dame would play them, then drop them. Florida dropped them. Penn State dropped them. We would play Miami and lose by one point on a missed field goal, and it would knock us out of the National Championship. I didn’t want to play them, either, but I had to play them. That’s why I said, 'When I die, They’ll say, ‘At least he played Miami.'