It was obvious Katie was not very good. She was awful. ... Katie was not only a girl, she was terrible.

Katie was a girl, and not only was she a girl, she was terrible. Okay? There is no other way to say it.

Katie was a girl. Not only was she a girl, she was terrible. And there's no other way to say it,

or that if I hadn't stopped one question short, that I would have been a lot more sensitive about my remarks and sensitive to how they would play out.

I don't mind when they burp and spit around me, ... It tells me they think of me as their teammate.

[Is this a great time or what? We're past the 1970s, when girls had two options in sports: cheerleader or pep squad. We're past the '80s, when girls had two options in life: to be a jock or a girl. Now we're into the Katie Era, when a young lady can kick the winning field goal on Saturday afternoon and look drop-dead in her spaghetti-strap number on Saturday night.] I know I looked gross at halftime, ... No makeup or anything. But I'm a football player. How else am I going to look?