I'll stop everything and come back.

Any time you try to win everything, you must be willing to lose everything.

When I was playing and practicing in that heat in July and August in Miami with shoulder pads on, it just vaporized me, ... Shula would always come over and look at me and say, 'Where are you? I know you're not here. You're just on automatic pilot.' I was up here in my mind, fishing in a stream.

Don't swallow any of that. It'll spoil the taste of the bourbon.

I signed it and told him I was pretty grateful he picked my butt out of the Bering Sea.

It was 10 or 12 hours of moment-to-moment with sea sickness and not being able to drink water because it was so rough, and hanging onto each other.