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’re 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. You know when you get old in life, things get taken from you. That, 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. I mean one half-step too late or too 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 every 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 its going to make the fucking difference between winning and losing, between living and dying. That's a team, gentlemen and either we heal now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?
