The first day I walked into prison, and he slammed that door, I knew the magnitude of the decision that I made, and the poor judgment, and what I allowed to happen to the animals. And, you know, it's no way of explaining the hurt and the guilt that I felt. And that was the reason I cried so many nights.

I have always been an outstanding football player, I have always had uncanny abilities, great arm strength, an immense ability to play the game from a quarterback standpoint. The problem was that I wasn’t given the liberty to do certain things when I was young.

I’m probably better than I ever was in my career, as far as the mental aspect of the game.

It’s good to have critics because that’s what motivates you and helps you take your game to another level.

I know I’m good. I know I got game.

Forever. My brother is not a bad person. The best thing for Marc now is leaving college, getting away from a bunch of people he was around every day. Now he’ll have a chance to play in the NFL and have somebody who can be there with him and can guide him in the right direction.

People respect me; I respect them. I’ll never change. I realize who I am.

I don’t think the NFL has ever seen the likes of me, a quarterback who moves the way I do and throws the way I do. I’m not saying that with arrogance or anything. That is just how I feel.

It was hard to get away from all of the people that I thought had my best interest at heart, and they really didn’t.

What I did, you know, being away from my family, letting so many people down. I let myself down, not being out on the football field, being in a prison bed, in a prison bunk, writing letters home, you know. That wasn’t my life.