Dutch Ball Breakers

"Now I can't do it for you. I'm too old. I look around and I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I made every wrong choice a middle aged man could make. I uh... pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who has ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know when you get old in life, things get taken from you. That's, that's part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out that life is just a game of inches. So is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too late or too early, you don't make it. One half second too slow or too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are 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 around us to pieces for that inch. We CLAW with our fingernails for that inch. Cause we know when we add up all those inches, that's going to make the fucking difference between WINNING and LOSING; between LIVING and DYING. I'll tell you this, in any fight, it is the guy who is willing to die, who is going to win that inch. And I know, if I am going to have any life anymore, it is because I am 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 gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You are going to 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 thing 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?"

In attempt to quell my agitation whilst injured, I started a match review to keep myself together with the team and help it out a little. I didn't imagine that it would become a ritual to read these reports, nor did I anticipate the effect it would have of making the boys rise up to the challenge, or rise merely for some cheap mention in this second rate journal. In any case, the DBB's match review has risen beyond its humble beginnings on my blog and has been elevated to the hallowed turf in cyberspace for all members of the team to participate; to report, to criticise, to bitch, to fight, to mock, to laugh, to reminisce, to plan, to scheme... TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES to win, on any given Sunday.