On one play, I remember hitting him out of bounds, grabbing his throat and squeezing it like it was Silly Putty, ... 'You cheap shot artist!' Brunell screamed at me. 'You're going down, Brunell! I looked at your friggin' face every day for a friggin' year! I've waited all year for this!' |
Romo, My Life on the Edge. |
This book has never been about what, ... This book has always been about why. That to me will always be the bigger story. You get into the complexities of personality . . . |
This is a deep reflection of an overachiever that worked harder than anybody on the planet to live his dream, |
was shocked not by what I saw, but by what I heard. I closed my eyes and listened - and you know what I heard? I heard the biggest difference in the game. I heard the hitting on our side compared to theirs. Our defense crushed their offense. |
whacking my head again and again while I shouted to him: 'You dumb - - - -. You're one of the dumbest guys I've ever played against. Duh!' |
You're the biggest idiot that ever came out of Boston College. I'm insulted that we could have gone to the same school. |