When I was a teenager, I was so dumb my mamma knocked me off the porch with a broom. You wish you had so good a mamma.

You take all the offensive linemen and put them in a burlap bag, and then you take a baseball bat and beat on the bag. You’re sacking them. You’re bagging them. And that’s what you’re doing with a quarterback.

You are one of a kind, one in a billion, an incredible unique individual. The problem is, so is everybody else.

You hear all this stuff about inner peace. Hey, there's nothing wrong with it, but I say, hit that line hard. Crack that book - Do your very best all the time and inner peace will take care of itself. The Deacon guarantees it.

First, you've got to get the job. "Yeah, I can do it," I would say. When I was a kid, I could do anything. Lucky nobody ever asked me if I could fly a jet plane.

I was the originator of smack. Some guys rattle with smack; with other guys it rolls right off their shoulders like nothing.

I never was very big on praying for victory. For God to give a big win to the Denver Broncos, wouldn't He have to take it away from somebody else, say, the Green Bay Packers?