Do the secret thing you know you were born to do.

That things change.

Do not take life too seriously, this is all a sham.

Before I was diagnosed with esophageal cancer a year and a half ago, I rather jauntily told the readers of my memoirs that when faced with extinction I wanted to be fully conscious and awake, in order to “do” death in the active and not the passive sense. And I do, still, try to nurture that little flame of curiosity and defiance: willing to play out the string to the end and wishing to be spared nothing that properly belongs to a life span. However, one thing that grave illness does is to make you examine familiar principles and seemingly reliable sayings. And there’s one that I find I am not saying with quite the same conviction as I once used to: In particular, I have slightly stopped issuing the announcement that “Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”

To be named Phi Beta Kappa, I was always real proud of that and still consider that one of my proudest achievements.

The thing that gives me peace of mind at night after a game, or after a season, is that I knew that I did everything that I could to get ready to play that game.

I could process a lot of information and make really fast decisions.

I’m proudest of some of the work that we’ve done off the field or things that I just take an enormous amount of pride in, ideally with a charity foundation called the Peyback Foundation.

I prayed a lot about it. I sought a lot of advice from my dad.

Obviously having my family and being able to hold my kids a month ago with that Super Bowl trophy was one that you'll always remember.