I'm not coming back to play.

My dad's funny. He's laid back and a cool guy.

I was a baseball guy. Mom wouldn't let me play football when I was little because she was scared I'd get hurt. So, I finally convinced her to let me play in 7th grade.

If I was to keep playing, I had to play in Detroit, and it just wasn't for me anymore.

Concussions happen. If not on every play, then they happen like every other, every third play, you know.

Whatever you want to call it, they have all these names for these coverages, I've seen them. Like those linemen coming out to jam me on the line of scrimmage. A lot of crazy stuff.