My brother Jim and I saw our father go into the jails and pray with the inmates Sunday after Sunday. He prayed with both blacks and whites. If we ever repeated any slurs we heard on the playground, he'd tell us very softly, "I don't want to hear those words."

Let's pray for Jim Dolan. Let's pray for our organization.

They saw me grabbing my hamstring and pulled me out. I wasn't upset about it. Jim [Mora] said he didn't want it to get any worse than what it was. We were already in a good position to score. Maybe that was selfish going back in there. I don't know.

I was a product of the Depression. My father struggled to make a living for our family. He worked as a wrestler, a Marion County policeman, and both a car and insurance salesman. During World War II, he worked for the Tennessee Valley Authority's defense plant as a guard.

I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.

It's not enough to attend church and pray every Sunday; you have to act.