Just another bad play by Tommy Maddox, who had as bad a day as a quarterback can have.

As I look back on it, I know our season ended the day J.V. died because I know none of us got over it. You just lose focus. All of a sudden you find out in some ways how childish you've been in the way you've devoted your whole life to this game. Then all of a sudden it hits you that there are bigger things in play.

Our motto is play hard to play another day.

You go for it. All the stops are out. Caution is to the wind, and you're battling with everything you have. That's the real fun of the game.

Everything else is sacrificed to that end. But all of a sudden something like that happens, and if you have any air of intelligence, you've been shaken down to the very core of yourself. I know that happened to me; I don't know that I was ever the same after that. After that, a lot of things became clear to me outside of football. ... You have an aura of invincibility when you're a great athlete, and all of a sudden, wow ... there's a wakeup call that your aura is a fantasy.

It's something that traumatizes an entire team, as well it should. It's just not something you easily get over.