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

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

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

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.

Then to have your baby playing at the school you played at and having him play well is a special treat.

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

It is something that most parents hope for in life: That their children will be moderately successful, polite, decent human beings. Anything on top of that is something you have no right to hope for, but we all do.