Trust me. Sometimes God comes down and puts his hand on you if you're too big in your thoughts.

My mom allowed me to take an old burlap bag and fill it with moss, corn stalks and rocks, then hang it from a tree and spend an hour a day punching my heavy bag.

This ultimate fighting stuff is something I don't agree with. Once a man is down, you have to let him have a chance to prove how good he is.

When I was a boy, I used to pull a big cross saw with my dad. He'd use his right hand, so I'd have to use my left.