I'm still really focused on the game. I was mad.

I just come out to play. There's no distractions for me. I'd say that I'm comfortable out there, but I'm never in a comfort zone. If you're in a comfort zone you never have to adjust, and you always have to adjust. It's like that in life too when you think about it.

I didn't even think about it after the game. Not until people came up to me and told me what I did.

Part of my plan included giving up red meat, which I did without a fight. I really haven't missed it. Except for one thing -- pot roast.

There's no experience like going down an empty freeway toward a hurricane and then looking in the opposite lane and seeing bumper-to-bumper traffic, people fleeing that scene. Or going to a toxic spill and seeing people go the other way. You talk yourself into thinking you're invincible in order to do that.

The trumpet is forceful.