He'd cuss me out, and then as soon as practice was over, he'd pull me over and told me he needed me to play. It wasn't a disrespect thing, he was just trying to motivate me.

I went out there for five minutes and busted him. I talked (trash) for a day. I'm still trying to heal up. My foot is killing me. Every day my foot hurts.

He just kind of hovers.

How will you know I am hurting if you cannot see my pain? To wear it on my body tells what words cannot explain.

The only thing I knew about Cincinnati was WKRP, and that's the honest-to-God truth.

I told my wife, when I was done playing ball, I wanted to be affiliated with this university. This is the place that gave me a chance to put my ability in the national spotlight and I'm thankful to this university.