You give it up in the ninth, and it's like that -- a kick in the stomach.

You get to the ninth inning and your stomach is clear up to here. But it's not because of your job. It is because you want to win so badly.

It's like a kick in the stomach when someone hits a tying 3-pointer at the buzzer. It gave them the momentum going into overtime.

On learning to swim: I'm too big to have some woman hold my stomach and say 'Now kick your feet.'

I want to tell you something, ... I'm Native American, and you calling me Chief, it turns my stomach. It'd be very similar to somebody calling you Nigger.

These feet which kick furiously, legs which bend in to protect a tender stomach. This flesh which is but a mass of spasms, starts and shakes.