I Don't Know What I Believe. I

Losing Sucks, And Especially To The Jets.

I Play A Complicated Position In An Intensely Team-oriented Game.

All I Do Is Work Out, Oh My God! Half My Life Is Spent In A Gym Somewhere, Sweating.

I Don't Think There's A Lot Of Carry-over From Year To Year. I Don't Think Anybody Cares What You Did The Year Before.

I Think It's A Feeling Like I've Got It All Figured Out. There's Nothing That Can Shock Me Anymore. There's Nothing I Haven't Anticipated; So At That Point, There Is A Calmness.