MR2-Sooner86
1/1/2011, 06:01 PM
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Be seated.
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a game by dying for his team. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his team. Men, all this stuff you’ve heard about Sooners not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the game, is a lot of horse dung. Sooners traditionally love to fight. All real Sooners love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the superbowl champion, the fastest running back, the big league ball players, the tough as nails quarterback. Sooners love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Sooners play to win all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Sooners have never lost and will never lose a game. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Sooners.
Now, this 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 battle 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 UConn bastards we’re going up against. By God, I do. We’re not just going to hit the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the bottoms of our cleats. We’re going to murder those lousy UConn bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. UConn is the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Hit them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your teammate'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 holding our position. We’re not holding anything. Let UConn do that. We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ***. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're gonna go through him 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 Fiesta Bowl of 2011, 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.
That’s all.
Be seated.
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a game by dying for his team. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his team. Men, all this stuff you’ve heard about Sooners not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the game, is a lot of horse dung. Sooners traditionally love to fight. All real Sooners love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the superbowl champion, the fastest running back, the big league ball players, the tough as nails quarterback. Sooners love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Sooners play to win all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Sooners have never lost and will never lose a game. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Sooners.
Now, this 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 battle 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 UConn bastards we’re going up against. By God, I do. We’re not just going to hit the bastards, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the bottoms of our cleats. We’re going to murder those lousy UConn bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. UConn is the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Hit them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your teammate'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 holding our position. We’re not holding anything. Let UConn do that. We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ***. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're gonna go through him 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 Fiesta Bowl of 2011, 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.
That’s all.