I'm bad at golf.
When you have a bad season, 75 percent is the responsibility of the players, I really think so.
I have let down many in Cleveland - my Browns teammates, our hard-working coaching staff, the team's ownership, and the loyal fan base that wants nothing more than to win. Playing there is different than in many other cities. We feel the fans pain.
I'm so bad at baseball, I can't even hit now.
There are no maladies in my golf game. My golf game stinks.
I always wanted to be a futbol player, but I was never good enough.
I tried snowboarding before, and I suck at it.
You come from the college, you're the man. I was second-team All-American. I got drafted by Toronto, but they just took me because I was the best man on the board. They didn't need me. I didn't get a whole lot of help or guidance. I wasn't playing. I couldn't get reps in practice. And it's big-boy basketball. Grown men.
I failed to make the chess team because of my height.
The first half of the 2014-15 season was a disaster for me in relation to my weight.
I was so horrifically bad at tennis.
I couldn't throw, run, hit, or hit for power.
Up until the time I was 14 years old, I was sure that I was going to be a big-league baseball player. But that dream came to a rude awakening when I got cut from my high school baseball team.
Look, here's the deal: The Chiefs' fate and the Royals' fate, that's my fate.
Relegation hurts, of course. It's one of the things that you will keep forever. But you have to move on as soon as you can.
Some people are born and train their whole life to be an NBA player. But some people, if it doesn't work out, then they have no other option.
When I went to high school, an all-boys' school, a Catholic school, I tried out for football, and I didn't make it. It was the first time, athletically, that I was knocked down.
I had dreams of catching the ball for the final out in the World Series and being mobbed by my teammates. Well, I guess all my dreams didn't come true.
Losing a game at home is never good.
In sixth grade, my basketball team made it to the league championships. In double overtime, with three seconds left, I rebounded the ball and passed it - to the wrong team! They scored at the buzzer and we lost the game. To this day, I still have nightmares!
I got kicked out of the league because I had a hard time sustaining at the quarterback position.
Every kid in America dreams of playing in the big leagues and they don't, just because. It's not because they blew out their knee. It's just because they didn't make it.
I always wanted to play in the Super Bowl. That never happened. It hurts. I'm not going to lie about it. It's reality. You deal with it.
I went to college to be a jock and to play on the baseball team. And then, I got cut and realized that that was it for that. I was really small. The other guys were really big, on that team. I was a bit of a theater nerd, and I was an art history major.
I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
