He wouldn't talk to anyone, including me. It was terrible. So I quit.

He could taste the familiar tang of museum air - an arid, deionized essence that carried a faint hint of carbon - the product of industrial, coal-filter dehumidifiers that ran around the clock to counteract the corrosive carbon dioxide exhaled by visitors.

What a terrible thing to have lost one's mind. Or not to have a mind at all. How true that is.

Keith Brooking of course is the worst injury. He does have some chipped vertebrates in his back. How long that will be I don't know, a lot of it depends on when the soreness goes away,

I thought he did a better job than [it appeared] standing on the sidelines looking at it, ... He missed some targets, but I think three games should give us a good evaluation to see exactly where he is.

Everybody has high expectations for a first pick. Everybody thinks that the guy is going to walk out there and be a superstar, and it just doesn't work that way. But a lot more do end up playing for a long time and getting the job done than those who fail.