MR2-Sooner86
10/1/2010, 05:52 PM
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a game by giving up on his team. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard give up on his team. Men, all this stuff you’ve heard about Oklahoma not wanting to play, wanting to stay out of the game, is a lot of horse dung. Oklahomans traditionally love to fight. All real Oklahomans love the sting of the Red River War. When you were kids, you all admired the King, The Streak, the big league championships, the toughest players. Oklahomans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Oklahomans play to win all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Oklahomans have never lost and will never lose a game. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Oklahoma.
Now, OU is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know anything more about real game than they do about fornicating.
We have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. You know, by God I actually pity those poor bastard Texans we’re going up against. By God, I do. We’re not just going to defeat the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our cleats. We’re going to murder those lousy Texas bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Texans are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Knock them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best player's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there’s another thing I want you to remember. I don’t want to get any messages saying that we are playing too conservative. We’re not playing too conservative anything. Let the Texans do that. We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the lead. We're going to hold onto them by the nose and we're going to kick them in the ***. We're going to kick the hell out of them all the time and we're gonna go through their defense like crap through a goose.
There’s one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what did you do in the great Red River War of 2010, you won’t have to say, "Well, I shoveled **** in Louisiana."
Alright now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle – anytime, anywhere.
Now, OU is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know anything more about real game than they do about fornicating.
We have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. You know, by God I actually pity those poor bastard Texans we’re going up against. By God, I do. We’re not just going to defeat the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our cleats. We’re going to murder those lousy Texas bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Texans are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Knock them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best player's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there’s another thing I want you to remember. I don’t want to get any messages saying that we are playing too conservative. We’re not playing too conservative anything. Let the Texans do that. We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the lead. We're going to hold onto them by the nose and we're going to kick them in the ***. We're going to kick the hell out of them all the time and we're gonna go through their defense like crap through a goose.
There’s one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what did you do in the great Red River War of 2010, you won’t have to say, "Well, I shoveled **** in Louisiana."
Alright now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle – anytime, anywhere.