Son, You've Got A Good Engine, But

Something Has To Happen That You Can't Coach.

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.'

I Learned A Long Time Ago That You Don't Have To Go Around Using Bad Language And Trying To Hurt People To Show How Macho You Are. That Stuff Won't Get You Anywhere, It Just Shows Lack Of Vocabulary And Character.

After You Retire, There's Only One Big Event Left....and I Ain't Ready For That.

If Their Iq's Where Five Points Lower They'd Be Geraniums.