Believe it or not, one teacher used to call me a giant spastic for not being able to play football.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When my first semester grades came out, my mom and dad told me I wouldn't be playing football.
I'm more akin to football than I think anything else because that's what I played in high school.
When I went to high school, an all-boys' school, a Catholic school, I tried out for football, and I didn't make it. It was the first time, athletically, that I was knocked down.
Both of my sons used to coach high school football. When they started, I'd say things I shouldn't have. So I learned my lesson.
I was not a very good football player. My coach hated me - I don't know why, I guess it's probably because I wasn't very talented.
If you can miss getting up in the morning and running into a wall, I miss playing football. I'll never be a frustrated athlete.
I went to college to play football, not to study it.
When it came to football there was a certain age where I realized that my future in football was being a grease spot on the side of some bigger player.
Because I was small, I was getting the hell kicked out of me playing football.
I was really just too small for football.