I'm supposed to be the guy who hates naturalism.

It's like the guy who won the lottery, and now everybody hates him.

I was supposed to be the antithesis of Frank.

Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.

For a guy who is supposed to be very tough, he's got a lot of cupcake in him. I saw him in an afternoon game in Cincinnati and he had his full beard on, but his wife didn't like it so he shaved it. He's macho with an asterisk.

Not a bad guy to lose to. He's supposed to be a superstar out here.