Football players are misunderstood. They arent the dumb jocks people think they are.

I don't play games with people's lives like you do.

Maggie squeezes my hand. It’s a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.

What are you boys doing?” she asks, as if we’re still little kids messing around. “Arguin’,” Carlos says matter-of-factly.

Makin' mistakes ain't a crime, you know. What's the use of having a reputation if you can't ruin it every now and then?

Sometimes things are better off forgotten.