That's the luck of the game. That's something you can't prepare for. In the end, we lose as a team.

It's like fine-tuning a car. When you want the car to go a little faster, you tune it up so it revs a little higher. We just have to get everybody on the same page (against Air Force). If one person breaks down, then those guys are out the gate.

What Kirk did may have been a surprise to some people, but it wasn't a surprise to me. A lot of people talk about how you can't do this or you can't do that, and I'll listen to it if it's coming from a football coach. If it's somebody in the media, I'm not going to pay a lot of attention to it.

This is a great (defensive) system. This is a defense that is going to squeeze and constrict. It doesn't matter who you put (at middle linebacker). They're still going to make plays.

Brett and Russell had a great game against UCLA. They've put themselves in this position. They're too good to keep off the field.

Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?” He levels angry blue eyes on me. “You’re a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?”
“Only to people who try to kidnap me,” I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, “Or rescue me…” And then Dina makes a pfft sound. “Or who travel with me…” My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. “Fine, frag you all, I’m dark juju, bad luck, and you’re all doomed.