The presidents against Congress, the Senate is against the House, people are against politicians, and I'm against cats in the house.

Some were beggars, some were kings, and some were masters of the arts. But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts.

Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace, Lord I know just how they feel.

It's all over but the crying.

I'd love to spit some Beechnut in that dude's eye and shoot him with my ole forty-five.

We say grace and we say ma'am. If you ain't in to that, we don't give a damn.

After reading hundreds of e-mails, I have made MY decision. By pulling my opening Oct 3rd, You (ESPN) stepped on the Toes of The First Amendment Freedom of Speech, so therefore Me, My Song, and All My Rowdy Friends are OUT OF HERE. It's been a great run.