I don’t know what to say, really. Three minutes ’til the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. We’re in hot water right now, gentlemen, believe me. We can stay here, get the snot kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. Now either we gonna crumble, inch by inch, play by play, until we’re finished or we heal as a team or. We can climb outta hell, one inch at a time.
I’m too old to do it for you. As I look at these young faces, I think about all the wrong choices I made as a man. I chased off anyone who’s ever loved me. I pissed away all my money, believe it or not, I can’t even stand the face I see in a mirror lately. You know, when you get old in life, things get taken from you. I mean that’s, that’s, that’s part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin’ stuff. Life and football are games of inches, and so is football. The margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast, and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are in every break of the game, every second.
