We play football. It's not ballet.

The key thing with any football player is, what can he do when he gets on the field.

Ballet's image of perfection is fashioned amid a milieu of wracked bodies, fevered imaginations, Balkan intrigue and sulfurous hatreds where anything is likely, and dancers know it.

I'm here to play football.

The arm comes down. The thing shoots up. It was crazy. That van probably won't be driven for a while.

I just don't care, I know who I am. Before this year, I wasn't the short-yardage guy. That wasn't my choice, but I'm not going to sit here and complain about it. We had bigger goals, and that was winning.