When I needed to think or was really upset, generally I climbed a tree.

There's an idea of the Plains as the middle of nowhere, something to be contemptuous of. But it's really a heroic place.

To me, a bag in a tree is like a flag of chaos, and when I remove it, I'm capturing the flag of the other side. In the end, it doesn't matter how ironic or serious or even effective on a larger scale bag snagging may be.

I suppose anybody just losing it and sputtering curses is pretty funny. But I think it would be more of a challenge, much more of a challenge, to make a cursing dad funny.

America to me is so varied and exciting. I always feel nostalgia for the place I'm not in, and then I get there and find myself in a traffic jam going into the Lincoln Tunnel, and I think, 'God, why was I romanticizing this part of the country?' I think it has to do with the romantic, unrealistic temperament.

We needed a game like this where we had to step up at the end. I'm upset we didn't play well, but it was good for us to be in this kind of situation.