Any Given Saturday - Her Loyal Sons

I don’t know what to say really.

Three days to the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to Saturday.
Either we tweet as a team, or we are going to crumble — word by word, letter by letter — till we’re finished.

We are in Ann Arbor right now, gentlemen, believe me. And we can stay here and get the Hoke kicked out of us, or we can tweet our way back into the light.

We can climb out of hell one tweet at a time.

Now I can’t do it for you. My phone’s too old. I look around and I see these young faces and I think — I mean, Lane Kiffin’s made every wrong choice a middle-aged man could make.

Everett Golson signed away this year’s eligibility, believe it or not. Vanderdoes chased off anyone who has ever loved him. And lately, Aaron Lynch can’t even stand the face he sees 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’s is just a game of tweets.
So is football.

Because in either game — life or football — the margin for error is so small. I mean,
one half-tweet too late or too early, and you don’t quite make #HLSrecap.
One hashtag sent too slow or too fast, and you don’t quite catch it.

The tweets 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 tweet. On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us to pieces for that tweet. We CLAW with our fingernails for that tweet. Because we know when we add up all those tweets
that’s going to make the 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 type that tweet.
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 tweet. Because that is what LIVING is: the 140 characters 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 type that tweet 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, REESUS will 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?