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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 beer leagues.

This is for the snipers, the playmakers, the grinders, the fighters, the power
forwards, the blue chip d-men, the bottle fillers, the men in the pipes, the men
on the bench, and the boys in the box.

This is for sniping ginos, chizzling apples, throwing sauce, undressing tendies,
banging home rebounds, making big glove saves, and burying OT winners.

This is for the dirty dangles, sick toe drags, backhand toe drags, spin-o-ramas,
bar downs, top cheese, One-Tees, snappers and clappers, big-time celly's, poke-
checks, pad-stacks, big hits and hip-checks, troller tracks, and toe-to-toe
tillies

This is for the long bus trips, the early morning practices, the bag-skates, the
battles in the corners, the bad dental, the sweet flow, the playoff beards, the
chews, the beers, the tears, the laughs, the team shakers, the beauties wheeling
hot broads, and the gongers wheeling swampers.

This is for the wins, losses, and ties, the end-to-end overtimes, the gruelling
training camps, the pre-season exies, the regular season battles, the playoff
wars, and raising the championship trophies.

This is for anyone who knows what all this means, because you are a part of
the greatest game on earth

Al Pacino's Inch By Inch speech from Any Given Sunday
I don't know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Either
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we're finished.
We are 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 out of hell.
One inch, at a time.

Now I can't do it for you.
I'm too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh....
I pissed away all my money
believe it or not.
I chased off
anyone who has 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 from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is football.
Because in either game
life or football
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever 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 pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I'll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is 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 are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That's a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?