Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Happy Night Game Thursday!


I don't know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest Thursday of our college lives. All comes down to today, and either, we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Shot by shot, beer by beer. Until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the Mods. We can climb outta hell... one beer 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've made every wrong choice a senior man can make. I, uh, I've pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever hooked up with me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know, when you get old, in college, things get taken from you. I mean, that's... that's... that's a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin' stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is Thursday. Because in either game - life or Thursday - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a drink too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don't quite kill it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of a Thursday, every minute, every second. On this Thursday we fight for that inch. On this Thursday we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this, on any Thursday it's the guy whose willing to die whose gonna win that inch. And I know, if I'm gonna have any life anymore it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that's what living is, the six nattys in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think ya going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. Your gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this Thursday, because he knows when it comes down to it your gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen, and either, we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's Thursday guys, that's all it is. Now, what are you gonna do?


3 comments:

  1. http://urbanizebc.blogspot.com/2011/11/calling-coach-meyer.html

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  2. somebody get al pacino in the BC lockeroom, fuck spaz

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