In the middle of the game, he jumps up. He starts screaming at the top his lungs, he's like, '80,000 people! 80,000 people!' I go, 'Papa, what's wrong?' He goes '80,000 -- and that bird had to sh*t on me.'
The only thing I don't like doing is helping people who lose their mobile homes to natural disasters. Because don't you know the definition of 'mobile'? Hook that son of a bitch up, Cooter, and drive.
Six million dollars a year -- you could pee on me every day at work. I will show up the next day, 'What time you gotta pee tomorrow, coach? You gotta take a dump? I could come in early.'