In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.

It is something that most parents hope for in life: That their children will be moderately successful, polite, decent human beings. Anything on top of that is something you have no right to hope for, but we all do.

Making the effort to improve as a human being is what Coach Lombardi was all about. He was able to see the gap between where we were and what we could become-both as football players and as people. And he felt it was his God-given responsibility to close that gap.

My whole life has been one of seeking experience.

When the game is over, it is really just beginning.

To have that kind of ovation, that happens very seldom for a lineman.

Then to have your baby playing at the school you played at and having him play well is a special treat.

Probably the best part of my life has been watching the kids play their games.

Lombardi has to have the highest threshold of pain in the world - none of our injuries hurts him at all.

Normally, if you go through a game without attracting attention, you are doing a hell of a job.

Old #64 chose... a gentle jog, fast enough to prove I was alive, slow enough to savor the cheers. They washed over me. They warmed me. I knew I could live without them but I loved them.