Old #64 chose... a gentle jog, fast enough to prove I was alive, slow enough to savor the cheers. They washed over me. They warmed me. I knew I could live without them but I loved them.

Probably the best part of my life has been watching the kids play their games.

When the game is over, it is really just beginning.

Normally, if you go through a game without attracting attention, you are doing a hell of a job.

College was especially sweet because of the positive, hopeful atmosphere of a college campus.

To have that kind of ovation, that happens very seldom for a lineman.

In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.