If Somebody Mistreats You, Treat’em

When I Go After Something, I Go After It Hard. It Has Always Been That Way. I Don't Know. It's In My Blood.

I Suppose I'm Like Most Coaches Now, Standing On The Sideline Hoping Somebody Asks Them A Question.

Son, You've Got A Good Engine, But Your Hands Aren't On The Steering Wheel.

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.

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.'