| -THE ORIGINAL- (Before all the slimy unoriginal monsters took it for themselves....) "I don't know what to say really. 3 minutes, to the biggest battle of our proffesional lives. All comes down to today. Either, we heal as a team, or we're going to crumble. Inch by Inch. Play by play. Until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen; believe me. And, we can stay here and get the shit kicked outa us, or, we can fight our way back, into the light. We can climb outa hell. One inch at a time. Now I can't do it for you, im too old. I look around I see these young faces and i think, I mean. You know when you get old in life, things get taken from you. I mean thats, thats part of life, but, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out, lifes a game of inches. Because in either game the margain for error is so small, I mean, one half a step too late or too early, you don't quite make it. One half a second too slow, too fast, you don't quite catch it. The Inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone around us to peices for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know, when we add up all those inches, thats gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing. Between living and dying. Now I can't make you do it, you gotta look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now i think ... |
