I was reminded of another very special word when I was driving into Ann Arbor this morning, and that word is homecoming. Our family’s had three homecomings to Ann Arbor, Michigan, in my lifetime.

People often think that there’s a general who makes all the difference, but I would reject that. It’s a team effort. It’s the power of the wedge.

What will happen will happen, what won’t happen won’t happen.

It’s more than personal. I can’t screw it up. I have to do...

Anything is always a possibility. Wouldn’t talk about what we would have done or what we would do. Everything is a possibility.

You’re kind of numb after 50 shots to the head.

I love people, I really do. I’m a people person. I think that’s a strength of mine. I love being around people, especially in a team setting.

I have always believed that you win as part of a team effort. I’ve learned that if everybody does a little bit, it adds up to a lot.

I love being part of something that is working toward a greater goal, and there’s no more satisfaction in life than achieving those goals as a team and being a part of that team.

I don’t take vacations. I don’t get sick. I don’t observe major holidays. I’m a jack hammer.