Things just happen like that to me, I've been blessed to catch those breaks so far. It seems like the minute I get down, another door opens for me.

I went out there for five minutes and busted him. I talked (trash) for a day. I'm still trying to heal up. My foot is killing me. Every day my foot hurts.

He'd cuss me out, and then as soon as practice was over, he'd pull me over and told me he needed me to play. It wasn't a disrespect thing, he was just trying to motivate me.

He just kind of hovers.

How will you know I am hurting if you cannot see my pain? To wear it on my body tells what words cannot explain.

The only thing I knew about Cincinnati was WKRP, and that's the honest-to-God truth.