I saw my dad playing and got interested in the game. My father taught me a few moves and my brother taught me a few moves, and I just liked the game.

This year, more than anything. we want to take it (the President's Cup).

It's really a hard thing to accomplish unless you really have the talent and you really put the work in.

I played in the last two finals, and the year before that I was a substitute.

If something does happen, there are some restraint moves they are taught.

My dad was always snoozing on the couch, like Dagwood Bumstead. He was a lazy motherfucker. God bless him. He was always working on some kind of get-rich-quick scheme. This is what my dad was like: I'd say, Hey, Dad, we studied penguins today in school. He'd say, Yeah? I'm a penguin fucker from way back. Dad, I saw a giraffe at the zoo today. Yeah? I'm a giraffe fucker from way back. That's my dad. My dad was a giraffe fucker.