I don't know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. It all comes down to today, and either we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble, inch by inch, play by play, 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 light. We can climb outta hell one inch at a time. Now, I can't do it for you, I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces, and I think, I mean, I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I've pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know, when you get old in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that's...that's a part of life. But you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, and so is football. Because in either game - life or 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 everywhere around us. They're 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 else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we 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, in any fight, it's the guy who's willing to die who's 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 inches 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 you're going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it you're 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 football guys, that's all it is.
Now, what are you gonna do?Heady stuff for a Starbucks manager meeting, I think you'll agree. But there's a reason it's been on my mind, and it has to do with finding some kind of value in what I do with the vast majority of my time. In many ways, I'm starting to feel like I'm looking at the rest of my life, and I suppose I'm trying to find some way to frame it that doesn't feel like I've somehow failed.