We yelled, mostly, but bad enough that you wanted to fight. That's how we became winners. We fought each other. When you did something wrong, we'd tell you about it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In a perfect world, probably we'd never yell, we'd just be firm and dispassionate. But of course, everyone yells at their children.
First of all, I yell very little, just so you know. Maybe years ago I did more, but I yell very little.
I didn't mind if they yelled at me, but when they came on the field, it was a different story.
There was one incident at a movie theater where my girl got mad at these guys who were talking behind us. I never looked back there, but she was like, 'Will you all just shut up!' And I just got up and moved three rows in front. She was like, 'What are you doing?!' I was like, 'You better get up here! I don't play the fighting games.'
Basically, I started on stage yelling and I kept yelling, and then I yelled some more, and then I yelled even louder. I'm modulated now.
Me and my brother just used to fight all the time; then my sister came along, and it was all about the little girl in the house. We'd always eat dinner together as a family.
I wasn't a fighting kid or a causing-trouble kid. I was just one of those cheeky, crazy kids running around.
I'm sure back in the Greek days or the Roman Empire days, when guys fought in arenas and were fighting lions, people were talking smack. Every era in history has someone talking smack. No way you can have talent and not proclaim your victory.
I'm just a quiet guy who loved to fight.
I don't like yelling and fighting, and I can't quarrel.