In the middle of a play, I go crazy and don't realize what I'm doing. I'll snap back to reality and I realize, 'Hey, I just ripped that boy's helmet off,' or, 'I'm over here twisting this guy's knee.
From Brian Bosworth
The saddest day of my life was the day I didn't get to play football anymore.
I should hurt a lot more people than I do. I'd like to hurt someone on every play.
I actually was rebelling as all young adults tend to do at or around the age of 19, to experiment with their lives and have fun.
I had sacrificed my entire life to play football.
I'd rather be good than lucky.
When you're 20, we all make stupid and impulsive decisions.
Football is so barbaric. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking by playing it. I feel almost like I escaped from boot camp.
I'd like to improve on running plays. I want to see if I can hurt some more people. To me, I don't think I'm out there hurting enough people.
The sight of burnt orange makes me puke.
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