He felt good, he acted like he always does and he actually left the gate wonderful. But when it came time to run he just wasn't there. He must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

I felt I had plenty of room when I started up in there. Just about the eighth pole, the outside horse came over. He was about four wide, five wide. When I come off the turn and come over, I had no room. It cost me the race.

The shot felt good when it left my hand.

Last week when I left I felt totally incapable of doing this.

He could be very stern with you, but when he was being stern, he felt like that was good for you. If you had done something stupid, he wouldn't mind pointing it out and that's good for you.

I have always felt that the moment when first you wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours