The coach is the team, and the team is the coach. You reflect each other.

When I was a freshman at Oklahoma in 1946, the game was sold out - and it's been sold out ever since.

You've got to be in a position for luck to happen. Luck doesn't go around looking for a stumblebum.

Potential just means you ain't done it yet.

They cut us up like boarding house pie. And that's real small pieces.

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

Dance with the one who brung ya.