Anybody know what this day is? This is Thursday. This is when they fight the battle of Thursday. Fifty thousand men died right here on this night, fighting the same fight that we are still fighting amongst ourselves today. This weeknight right here, painted red, bubblin' with the blood of Sophomore boys. Smoke and Rubinoff pouring right through their bodies. Listen to their souls, men. I killed my mixie with malice in my heart. Hatred destroyed my 'ruit game. You listen, and you take a lesson from the dead. If we don't come together right now on this hallowed night, we too will be destroyed, just like they were. I don't care if you like each other or not, but you will respect each other. And maybe... I don't know, maybe we'll learn to play this Thursday like men.