I'm hearing it from all the guys. I expect to. I deserve it. I would give myself grief. If someone else did that, I'd tell them about it.

The grief sometimes gets so heavy that it's physically hard to breathe. The wound never heals. Little things -- like hearing a certain song on the radio -- just rip the scab right off.

When you bust it down the line and don't get the hit, it's depressing.

It was weird seeing him in a different uniform. But it was nice to see him again.

It's pretty self-explanatory. If we play well, we know what our picture is. If we don't play well, we'll know what our picture is.

I was on the top step. I had a good feeling.