I had a wife that did not want me to have a singular regret about chasing my dream, which helped me tremendously. I did not want to have a singular regret. I always held out hope that it was going to turn for the better. That's always what motivated me was hope.

The #‎ knuckleball can be a metaphor of what it's like to let go.

I don't really feel much more confident than I did the last couple years. I've always felt like I have a pretty good knuckleball. I worked hard to do that.?

I could never get a real good clear picture of what I could become.

I can't tell you how excited I am to be a part of an organization that's committed to winning.

Out of sheer stubbornness, I just would keep going - just hoping that at some point something would click. I certainly held onto the hope that it might. I had no guarantees, but I trusted that if I worked hard and put in the time, it would eventually reap a fruit. I just didn't know what that fruit was going to be or how big it was going to be.

I think what motivated me was just hope. Something inside of me, deep down in my guts, always felt like there was something in there.