The saddest day of my life was the day I didn’t get to play football anymore.
Football is so barbaric. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking by playing it. I feel almost like I escaped from boot camp.
You see ‘awesome’ and I see ‘lost.’ It’s very easy to lose touch with reality when you’ve got that many people thinking you are more than you really are.
I should hurt a lot more people than I do. Id like to hurt someone on every play.
If you can miss getting up in the morning and running into a wall, I miss playing football. I’ll never be a frustrated athlete.
When you’re 20, we all make stupid and impulsive decisions.
Wrestlers are a bunch of wanna-be football players.
I watched UCLA football for many, many years. I’ve grown accustomed to the Pac-10 style.
I lead an introverted and boring life here in California.
I had sacrificed my entire life to play football.
I actually was rebelling as all young adults tend to do at or around the age of 19, to experiment with their lives and have fun.
I deeply regret those situations that have blemished the image of the University of Oklahoma, and I hope that I can rectify the embarrassment I have brought the university.
Due to the injuries that I will have for the rest of my life, it is physically impossible for me to consider any career in wrestling.
I’d rather be good than lucky.
All I want is the defining moment.
I’d like to improve on running plays. I want to see if I can hurt some more people. To me, I don’t think I’m out there hurting enough people.
People never understood that there was Brian and The Boz. They were two completely different people.