People talk about cold weather and it'd be tough to catch balls. But the greatest catcher of all time, Michael Crabtree, catches everything. It's unbelievable. In the northern snowlands, down to the tropics' sunny scenes, he's catching the football. Where they throw a football, he'll be catching it.

I love being part of something that is working toward a greater goal, and there's no more satisfaction in life than achieving those goals as a team and being a part of that team.

I was and still am happier than a pig in slop.

All human beings have a great agency for being part of a team.

I was reminded of another very special word when I was driving into Ann Arbor this morning, and that word is homecoming. Our family's had three homecomings to Ann Arbor, Michigan, in my lifetime.

People often think that there's a general who makes all the difference, but I would reject that. It's a team effort. It's the power of the wedge.

I love football. Love it. Love it. I think it's the last bastion of hope for toughness in America in men, in males.