I’m Praying For A Misdemeanor

As Good As We Were, We Didn’t Win A National Championship Until 1993, Mainly Because We Kept Losing To Miami On Missed Kicks. I Used To Get Mad Because Nobody Else Would Play Miami. Notre Dame Would Play Them, Then Drop Them. Florida Dropped Them. Penn State Dropped Them. We Would Play Miami And Lose By One Point On A Missed Field Goal, And It Would Knock Us Out Of The National Championship. I Didn’t Want To Play Them, Either, But I Had To Play Them. That’s Why I Said, 'when I Die, They’ll Say, ‘at Least He Played Miami.'

Somehow, I Went From Being Too Young, To Being Too Old. Somewhere In There I Must Have Been Just Right.

A Better Ending Could Not Have Been Scripted. Of Course, If We Had Won, That Would Have Been Better.

That Boy Don't Know The Meaning Of The Word Fear. In Fact, I Just Saw His Grades, And That Boy Don't Know The Meaning Of A Lot Of Words.

He Died Right After He Retired, And Seeing That Made Me Feel More Conscious Of A Man Needing A Motive To Live. If I Ever Got Out Of Coaching, I Would Have To Get A Job Somewhere, Or I'm Afraid I'd Wilt On The Vine, Too.