Listen up men (oh and ladies, too, I guess).
We need to go out there and give them everything we've got. We need to give 140%. We need to wax on, and then continue to wax off. Never give up. Always be selling. Sweep the leg. There's no I in team, nor is there crying is baseball. It's all in the hips and the ball don't lie. Fortune and glory, kids. Yo Adrian, this is a group effort -- the lights are bright, and every man is accountable. All season long, you've been laughed at, crapped on -- go for the ribs and make that bastard bleed. If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball. So, play proud, form the flying V, get the inches you need, rise from the ashes, win one for the Gipper, and also let Rudy play one down because he's worked really hard and I'm pretty sure he's sick and going to die soon.
In the end, enjoy this movie coach super-mega-duper cut, and feel free to use it liberally to pump yourself up for any upcoming athletic events and/or high stakes brunches.
Chicks dig scars, and cliches pave the way to greatness, apparently.