“You find out that life’s a game of inches, so is football. Because in either game – life or football – the margin of error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you won’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 love football. I hail from Oshkosh, Wisconsin, a small town about 45 minutes away from Green Bay, the home of the Packers. I grew up worshiping the likes of Brett Farve and Bart Starr, Mike Holmgren and Vince Lombardi. Football is a religion back home. When Reggie White died, the headline of my local paper was "Minister of Defense called to heaven." It will be a mournful day when Brett retires - along with the rest of Wisconsin, I'll probably shed a few tears.
~Al Pacino as Tony D’Amato, Any Given Sunday
Today is a glorious day for sport and pop culture. Enjoy it. Cheers.
No comments:
Post a Comment