As far as I'm concerned, everything's ham and jam.

You know, a football coach is nothing more than a teacher. You teach them the same subject, and you have a group of new guys every year.

I don't count on the boy who waits till October, when it's cool and fun, then decides he wants to play.

On game day, I'm as nervous as a pig in a packing plant.

It's more fun when you shoot well and when you have a good score, but that's not a prerequisite to me for having a good time.

A boy shows how much he wants to play in the spring, when it's tough, and during two a days, when it's hot and tough.

I try not to make the same mistakes today that I made yesterday.