I don't know what to say really.
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
and get the shit kicked out of us
I look around and I see these young faces
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know when you get old in life
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
the margin for error is so small.
one half step too late or to early
One half second too slow or too fast
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
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.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
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.
and either we heal now, as a team,