There was one guy who kept telling him (the driver of the flatbed) to crawl out but the driver yelled back that he was pinned in, ... It was so hot, you couldn't get closer than about 15-feet...The hair on my forehead is singed just from the heat.

I was on my face. I heard the count from one to 10. I kept telling myself that I had to get up, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make myself move. It was the strangest feeling.

That was an important game for a lot of reasons. I kept telling (Everett) that he was one good game away from breaking out.

The only one who spoke was a guy who yelled at his friend, 'I told you he wore shoes.'

I yelled at them. We peeled a little paint.

We always have something to prove. The secondary is always the one that gets yelled at. On TV, something bad happens, and it's always the secondary. That's all anybody sees. And unless you know the game of football, that's all you're going to think.