Peace With Inches Speech- AL Pacino, Any Given Sunday

I don’t know what to say really, three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives.... All comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team or we’re gonna crumble, inch by inch, play by play-- till we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me, and we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of 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 ya, I’m too old. I look around, I see these young faces, and I think, I mean I made every wrong choice a middle-aged old man can make--I pissed away all my money, believe it or not, I chased off everyone whose ever loved me.. And Lately I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror...you know when you get old in life things get taken away from you...that’s part of life, but you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life’s this game of inches! So’s football because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small guys, I mean one half-step to late or too early and you don’t quite make it. One half- second too slow or too fast and u don’t quite catch it the inches we need are everywhere around us, there in every brake 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 pieces for that inch, we claw with our fingernails for that inch because we know when we add up all those inches that makes the fucking difference between winning and losing, between living and dying, I’ll tell ya this in any fight its the guy who's willing to die who’s going to win that inch and I know if I’m gonna have any kind of life anymore, its because I’m still willing to fight and die for that inch. Because that’s what living is THE six inches in front of your face. Now I can’t make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you--look into his eyes now I think you’re gonna see a guy that’s willing go that inch for you. You're gonna see a guy who’ll sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it he knows you’re gonna do the same for him! , That’s a team gentlemen and either we will heal now as a team or we will die as individuals. That’s football guys.... That’s all it is

That speach means more to me than you'll ever know...



Football Players. Will do anything just to be able to tell his teammates a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. You lace up the cleats, put on the cutters, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the field and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is being a bitch, or that you got a ticket on the way there...you're world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours. Here's to cadence, touchdowns, big blocks, overtime, living on the road, freezeing rain, early mornings, breaking tackles, being allstar, countless hours of practice, cross countrys, puking, thousands of dollars, juking d-men, endzone to endzone rushes, big hits, broken arms, new cleats, doing the same play over + over, seeing pretty much every football movie ever made, wheelin' broads, coaches, saying everyone one on the team is your brother, the word "f uck" has a totaly new meaning, pealing someone off the ground, stoping them on the one, ran outta pro wrap, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game of Football. Why? Why do we run back and forth night after night? running so hard we throw up. running so hard your heart beat rings in your head, while your lungs are grasping for air. Late nights, early mornings, Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises. We push through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is second to none, because you're invincible once you step on the field, because one hit can make you smile all night, square in the corner, over the shoulder with one hand, cathes that can only be called realing it in, the burn from the turf when you stand, the feal of pig skin, and cleats carving into the ground is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to run fast enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the cologne of our accomplishment. Why? Why would someone push themselves so hard the uneducated pussies always ask? ATOM, pee wee, bantom, flag, highschool, midget, tier 1, 2, 3, and 4, Jr, College, and if your smart University, CFL, and always that little chance NFL ... It's never been for the money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame...The Boys' play because we fucking LOVE IT... If you are a Football player and you are proud to be one, pass this on with pride mother fucker, and let everyone know the definition of man. This is for the stars in the show and the guys going to the show, the boys in
the juniors living the dream and the die hards lighting up the Midget leagues.
This is for the big hitters, the playmakers, the gridiron, the fighters, the line
men, the pain train d-men, the kicks that go right through pipes, the men
on the bench, and the boys in the slings.

R.I.P. Jarvis Benoit

rubbin dans nose in his skippy peanut butter



i like football, rugby, Wreslting, music, hanging with my buds, and sledding at 20 below can never go wrong


Football is my first love and Rugby is my mistress


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