I'm willing to deal with the consequences and accept responsibility for my actions.

It was hard to get away from all of the people that I thought had my best interest at heart, and they really didn't.

The beginning of my love for football goes back to when I was seven years old. I was spending time with my grandmother, Caletha Vick. I never knew anything about the game until one Sunday afternoon when she turned on the television because the Redskins were playing. They were my Uncle Casey's favorite team-and my grandmother's favorite too. After watching the game with them, I was hooked.

The first day I walked into prison, and he slammed that door, I knew the magnitude of the decision that I made, and the poor judgment, and what I allowed to happen to the animals. And, you know, its no way of explaining the hurt and the guilt that I felt. And that was the reason I cried so many nights.

I have 2 weapons; my arms, my legs and my brain.

Everybody who knows me knows how I get down.

I'm probably better than I ever was in my career, as far as the mental aspect of the game.