Football games are generally won by the boys with the greatest desire.
Hell, no! A tie is like kissing your sister!
I ain’t never had much fun. I ain’t never been two inches away from a football. Here guys go fishing on the day of the game, hunting, golfing, and all I want to do is be alone, studying how not to lose.
I didn’t care if we ever quit practicing. I loved it. The only other guy I ever knew who loved it as much was Jerry Duncan. He would beg to practice even when he was hurt. I’ve actually seen him cry because the trainer told him he couldn’t scrimmage.
I don’t have any ideas; my coaches have them. I just pass the ideas on and referee the arguments.
I’m not much of a golfer, I don’t have any friends and all I like to do is go home and be alone, and not worry about ways not to lose.
The fun never goes out, but it changes with the years, with winning and losing.
The summer day is closed, the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of whose train goes softly out In the red west.
The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep.
One man doesn’t make a team. It takes eleven.
Recognize winners. They come in all forms.
I tell young players who want to be coaches, who think they can put up with all the headaches and heartaches, can you live without it? If you can live without it, don’t get in it.
I always want my players to show class, knock’em down, pat on the back, and run back to the huddle.
Don’t ever give up on ability. Don’t give up on a player who has it.
We can’t have two standards, one set for the dedicated young men who want to do something ambitious and one set for those who don’t.
People who are in it for their own good are individualists. They don’t share the same heartbeat that makes a team so great. A great unit, whether it be football or any organization, shares the same heartbeat.
The biggest mistake coaches make is taking borderline cases and trying to save them. I’m not talking about grades now, I’m talking about character. I want to know before a boy enrolls about his home life, and what his parents want him to be.
If you whoop and holler all the time, the players just get used to it.
You take those little rascals, talk to them good, pat them on the back, let them think they are good, and they will go out and beat the biguns.
Be aware of “yes” men. Generally, they are losers. Surround yourself with winners. Never forget – people win.