The rich man has his motor car, His country and his town estate He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at fate. Yet though my lamp burn low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood, Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would! – Franklin Pierce Adams
To have the kind of year you want to have, something has to happen that you cant explain why it happened. Something has to happen that you cant coach. – Bobby Bowden