I don't have to play for the Eagles.

I'm smart enough to know when I've done something wrong, but I don't understand this. Guys are beating their wives, getting DUIs and doing drugs, and I get national attention for a Sharpie? People are personally attacking me, calling me a classless asshole because I did something creative during a game. Why?

I'm human; that's what people don't realize.

I don't have to play football.

Life and death. At some point we're gonna leave this world. Do I know when? Absolutely not.

I never even watched football growing up. I just play the game.

I didn't know who my daddy was until I was 10 or 12. Surprising as it may seem, he was living right across the street.