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Colts defensive players stand on the sidelines looking across the field at Moss, Brady, Vrabel, et al. Belichick has chosen this day to wear all three of his rings.
Ed Johnson: There's so many... I didn't come here to play so they can claim more victories, that I have to hear about.
Tyjuan Hagler: Not me. Alright, lads, I'm not getting injurd for these bastards. Let's go home!
Dungy: Stop men! Do not flee. Wait until we've played!
Peyton Manning and the rest of the offense come walking out of the tunnel, they walk past the Patriots on their way to their side.
Kareem Brown: Peyton Manning!
Brandon Meriweather: Can't be. Not tall enough.
Manning and company approach the Colts defense, which for some unexplicable reason, includes players who have never seen Peyton Manning up close before...
Manning: For presenting yourself on this battlefield, I give you thanks.
Gary Brackett: This is our defense, to join it you give homage.
Manning: I give homage to Indianpolis. And if this is your defense, why does it go?
Johnson: We didn't come here to play for them...
Hagler: Home! The Patriots are too good!
Manning: Sons of dungy ball, I am Peyton Manning.
Johnson: Peyton Manning is 7 feet tall!
Manning: Yes, I've heard. Kills defenses by the hundreds. And if he were here, he'd consume the patriots with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse.
I am Peyton Manning! And I see a whole squadron of my teammates here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as world champions and world champions you are. What will you do with that trophy? Will you defend it?
Hagler: Play against them? No, we will run. And we will live.
Manning: Alright, play and you may lose. Run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for just one chance, just once chance... to come back here and tell our enemies, that they may take our media hype, but they'll never take.... our championship!!!
Colts D: Aaarrrrgghhh!!!
Crowd: Defense! Defense!
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Colts defensive players stand on the sidelines looking across the field at Moss, Brady, Vrabel, et al. Belichick has chosen this day to wear all three of his rings.
Ed Johnson: There's so many... I didn't come here to play so they can claim more victories, that I have to hear about.
Tyjuan Hagler: Not me. Alright, lads, I'm not getting injurd for these bastards. Let's go home!
Dungy: Stop men! Do not flee. Wait until we've played!
Peyton Manning and the rest of the offense come walking out of the tunnel, they walk past the Patriots on their way to their side.
Kareem Brown: Peyton Manning!
Brandon Meriweather: Can't be. Not tall enough.
Manning and company approach the Colts defense, which for some unexplicable reason, includes players who have never seen Peyton Manning up close before...
Manning: For presenting yourself on this battlefield, I give you thanks.
Gary Brackett: This is our defense, to join it you give homage.
Manning: I give homage to Indianpolis. And if this is your defense, why does it go?
Johnson: We didn't come here to play for them...
Hagler: Home! The Patriots are too good!
Manning: Sons of dungy ball, I am Peyton Manning.
Johnson: Peyton Manning is 7 feet tall!
Manning: Yes, I've heard. Kills defenses by the hundreds. And if he were here, he'd consume the patriots with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse.
I am Peyton Manning! And I see a whole squadron of my teammates here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as world champions and world champions you are. What will you do with that trophy? Will you defend it?
Hagler: Play against them? No, we will run. And we will live.
Manning: Alright, play and you may lose. Run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for just one chance, just once chance... to come back here and tell our enemies, that they may take our media hype, but they'll never take.... our championship!!!
Colts D: Aaarrrrgghhh!!!
Crowd: Defense! Defense!
Thank you for proving why Colts fans are massive herbs.
And seriously, Peyton Manning and William Wallace? That's like Woody Allen and Douglas MacArthur.
Colts defensive players stand on the sidelines looking across the field at Moss, Brady, Vrabel, et al. Belichick has chosen this day to wear all three of his rings.
Ed Johnson: There's so many... I didn't come here to play so they can claim more victories, that I have to hear about.
Tyjuan Hagler: Not me. Alright, lads, I'm not getting injurd for these bastards. Let's go home!
Dungy: Stop men! Do not flee. Wait until we've played!
Peyton Manning and the rest of the offense come walking out of the tunnel, they walk past the Patriots on their way to their side.
Kareem Brown: Peyton Manning!
Brandon Meriweather: Can't be. Not tall enough.
Manning and company approach the Colts defense, which for some unexplicable reason, includes players who have never seen Peyton Manning up close before...
Manning: For presenting yourself on this battlefield, I give you thanks.
Gary Brackett: This is our defense, to join it you give homage.
Manning: I give homage to Indianpolis. And if this is your defense, why does it go?
Johnson: We didn't come here to play for them...
Hagler: Home! The Patriots are too good!
Manning: Sons of dungy ball, I am Peyton Manning.
Johnson: Peyton Manning is 7 feet tall!
Manning: Yes, I've heard. Kills defenses by the hundreds. And if he were here, he'd consume the patriots with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse.
I am Peyton Manning! And I see a whole squadron of my teammates here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight as world champions and world champions you are. What will you do with that trophy? Will you defend it?
Hagler: Play against them? No, we will run. And we will live.
Manning: Alright, play and you may lose. Run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for just one chance, just once chance... to come back here and tell our enemies, that they may take our media hype, but they'll never take.... our championship!!!
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 are in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And we can stay here and get the ***** 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.
Now I can't do it for you. I'm too old. I look around and I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make. I chased off anyone who has 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. That's, 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. So is football. Because in either game, life or football the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too late or to 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 ever 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's going to make the ******ing difference between WINNING and LOSING. Between LIVING and DYING.
I'll tell you this... in any fight it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to Win that inch. And I know 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.
Now I can't make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You are going to see a guy 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. 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, whattaya gonna do?
"Tony, my friend, you are entering a world of pain."
Alright. This one doesn't do the Big Lebowski justice. We can do better. Let's try it again...
Here we go. Inside two minutes in Sunday's Pats Colts game. Pats up four scores late in the 4th with the ball. Timeout Patriots. The Head Coach, QB, and Offensive Coordinator convene on strategy...
Tom "The Dude" Brady: Bill, ya know, it's over, we kneel on the ball a little and get outta here, no big deal. Games over man. BB: Dude, this is a league game, what about point differential? This could determine who gets home field. Am I wrong? Am I wrong? Josh McDaniels: Yeah, but it's over. Gimme the kneeldown Dude, I'm marking it "game over." BB: [pulls out a gun] Josh, my friend, you are entering a world of pain. The Dude: Bill... BB: You call a kneeldown, and you're entering a world of pain. Josh: Uh, okay... BB: A world of pain. Josh: Dude, can you talk to him please! BB: [shouting] Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one around here who gives a ***** about winning? Throw it deep to Moss! The Dude: They're calling Easterbrook, put the piece away Bill. BB: Throw it deep! [points gun in Josh's face] The Dude: Bill... BB: [shouting] You think I'm fukcing around here? Throw it deep! Josh: All right, we're going fukcing deep. Are you happy, you crazy fukc? BB: ...It's a league game, Josh.
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