They're keeping me at tight end and seeing if I get bigger. If I get bigger, they'll move me to tackle.

I want to stay close to home, stay in Florida. USF is an up-and-coming program. They play in a BCS conference. They go to bowl games.

A big relief. I was so happy. They were my No. 1 choice. I went up there (on a recruiting trip), and everything felt right.

No, it wasn't just that one game. I love the coaches, coach Leavitt, he's so positive and energetic. I love that in a coach.

It is not hiking on trails. This is a very strenuous activity.

He’d never experienced hate before. It was like an ulcer growing on a tumor, festering and stinking. Late at night or between dreams and sleep, he’d get into it, bathing in the venom, wallowing in thoughts of revenge. In a way, the hate felt good. You were righteous, godlike, the dispenser of justice. Hate dispelled your fears and forged every disappointment, setback, loss, humiliation, and failure that ever happened to you into one massive steel sledgehammer of rage, poised to obliterate, and for one brief, purifying moment, give you relief.