Q: Are you still sticking to the story that you don’t dye your hair?
A: I don’t dye my hair. Seriously. [Now, I’m laughing] Do you dye your hair? [Oh, yeah, I replied] I don’t. You could put a stack of Bibles here. Ask my barber, I don’t dye my hair.
Q: What’s the name of your barber?
A: Tim Hawkins. Give him a call. You’re welcome. He’s been cutting my hair since I was in musical theater in 1967. I was a singer with the “Edgewater Eight.” The Edgewater Inn was a fancy club and restaurant.
Q: When was the last time this über outdoorsman had a mani pedi?
A: Had a what ? I don’t know what that is. Oh, C.J., my hands are so ugly, no one would look at them. The other thing is my feet are so ticklish, I can’t stand anybody to touch them.
Q: Why did you try to mess up that Christian Ponder interview I was doing at Winter Park? Do your remember that, you little devil?
A: I WAS THERE FIRST. I was trying to interview the guy and ask him some questions about fishing and didn’t need anybody eavesdropping, especially a columnist of your ilk!
Q: Why isn’t Ponder a better quarterback?
A: He still could be. He’s got everything else — a great personality, very approachable. Has quite a story of his own on how he overcame drugs — he got hooked on painkillers in college — by the way, so I liked him. I wished he’d played better.
Q: Raven hasn’t done anything to earn a treat today, but do you ever give her steak?
A: Leftovers once in a while. No bones. No chicken bones.
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