When I was in the eighth grade we lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma and I attended a school named Tulsa Union and I was playing football and was in a junior high football game and we were playing against our rival, the Jenks Trojans. And late in the game, I was playing cornerback on defense, and often in that position at cornerback you are matched up man to man on an island on a receiver, a wide receiver, and you are to guard him. It's up to you to stop him. And towards the end of the game, we were in the lead, everyone was excited, the stadium was packed, there was an energy on our sideline. We just had to hang on. And late in the game, I let the receiver get past me and he scored a touchdown and we lost the game. And it was my fault; it was on me. And after the game, I didn't want to see anyone, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I remember leaving the locker room and going to an empty gym that was nearby and my dad came and found me. And of all the things he could have said to me, my dad, as many of you know, is a football coach. He knows more about the game than anyone that I know. Of all the things that he could have said, you know, "Why did you jam him at the line? Why didn't you back off? Why didn't you work harder in summer workouts? Maybe y'all should have been in zone instead of in man." Of all the things, of course, that he could have said, he uttered this five-word sentence: "I love watching you play. I love watching you play." The power of words.