Monologue #7

06Feb12

Played a great game—all of you. Great game. I guess we just can’t expect to win ‘em all. I’m going to tell you something I’ve kept to myself for years. None of you ever knew George Gipp. It was long before your time. But you all know what a tradition he is at Notre Dame. And the last thing he said to me, “Rock,” he said, “sometime, when the team is up against it, and the breaks are beating the boys, tell ’em to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Gipper. I don’t know where I’ll be then, Rock,” he said, “but I’ll tell you this: Life’s this game of inches—so is football. 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?”



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