I'm a rancid old man!

Good riddance, man,'' said a Browns player.

A young man came up to me at the mall where we were filling out applications and wanted to buy one for his captain, who had been killed in Iraq by a sniper.

I knew it was going to go in, man. I felt it.

Everybody brought it tonight. Everybody from the starters to the sixth man, we all wanted it.

Portrait of a Man,