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.

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.

Making the effort to improve as a human being is what Coach Lombardi was all about. He was able to see the gap between where we were and what we could become-both as football players and as people. And he felt it was his God-given responsibility to close that gap.

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.