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

I know I can still play at a high level.

I trust my arm as much as I trust my legs.

I have two secret weapons -- my legs, my arms and my brain.

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.

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

Sports kept me off the streets. It kept me from getting into what was going on, the bad stuff.