Bo Jackson Quotes

When you see grown men near to tears because they've missed hitting a little white ball into a hole from three feet, it makes you laugh.

I never slept when I lost. I'd see the sun come up without ever having closed my eyes. I'd see those base hits over and over and they would drive me crazy.

I've always heard about people having a conniption, but I've never seen one.

When I end up yelling, it's not really deliberate. It's usually out of some moment of passion or frustration or real desire to get unstuck.

When I throw a curve that hangs and it goes for a hit, I want to chew up my glove.

I have been known to have four-letter words fly out of my mouth when I'm upset.

Sometimes when you're not getting what you want in this game you have to shout a bit and throw a bit of a tantrum.

I hate when pitchers get me out multiple times. It's probably an ego thing, but I don't like that.

While watching the New Orleans Saints (on television), I got angry and punched my bed, and then my remote control flew up and hit me in the head. My girlfriend didn't stop laughing for an hour.

I wanted to throw my glass at the TV.

Renko has just about had it. Pretty soon somebody will come out of the dugout with a fork and get him.

I remember once in high school the umpire called me out at third base when I was sure I was safe. I got so mad I took out my glass eye, handed it to him and said, 'Try this.' I got such a laugh you wouldn't believe.

I can't believe it. I can't believe it. Football. Bloody hell.

Otulissa swelled up to twice her normal size. 'Well, SPRINK ON YOUR SPRONK!

What happened to your hand? It got hit by a mirror. How'd that happen? I lost my temper at myself.

Why he would agree to install an eight-by-eight-foot fish tank and then not fill it with a single dolphin made me want to burn his eyebrows off.

Don't boo people! Don't boo! Be more specific! Like, 'WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?! I HATE THAT! I HATE IT!'

I just wondered where you —” Ron broke off, shrugging. “Nothing. I’m going back to bed.” “Just thought you’d come nosing around, did you?” Harry shouted. He knew that Ron had no idea what he’d walked in on, knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but he didn’t care — at this moment he hated everything about Ron, right down to the several inches of bare ankle showing beneath his pajama trousers.

Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.

The problem with golf is I have to deal with a humiliation factor.

I'm a barrel of monkeys, kid, though mostly I figure monkeys stuck in a barrel are just going to be pissed off.

So I watched the Pink Panther last night, and so I'm trying desperately to be funny, and then it's just not working out so good... I wonder if maybe I could've been a comedian or something like that, or maybe I could've been a doctor, then I wouldn't have to make anyone laugh.

It won't take long before I explode with pent-up rage.

Why can't I beat up John Cena?

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.