I'm sure he's not happy with the way he left the Giants.

By the time I left college, I had won every award you could win - I was Mr. Man! Then I got drafted by the Giants, and you step in that locker room, and you feel inferior in every way. You just have to stick around long enough to give yourself the opportunity to build your confidence.

It's not over. We're disappointed, everybody is mad, but it's not over.

Everybody's professional. Nobody's an idiot. Nobody's a jerk. We all know each other. So it's not like we see each other in the city and we run over and bust the window out of their car with a baseball bat or nothing. We're all friends.

This is who I am. I'm not perfect. I don't want to try to be perfect.

I know Mr. Mara would be so happy for me, and happy that I was representing the Giants. I don't want to let him down. And I don't want to disrespect the people who cared so much to want me in there.