by ANDREWLAITURI » Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:13 am
General Tyber strides back and forth in front of a wanted poster of Jeep's face. "As you were."
Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a league by losing to his enemy. he won it by making the other poor dumb bastard lose to his team.
Men, all this stuff you've heard about us not wanting to beat Jeep, wanting to rollover, is a lot of horse dung.
Americans traditionally love to win. All real Americans, love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers ... Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser.
Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in Hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why we have not lost and will never lose this league. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.
Now, your rosters are 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 baseball than they do about fornicating.
Now we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world.
You know ... My God, I actually pity that poor bastard we're going up against. My God, I do. We're not just going to beat Jeep, we're going to cut out his living guts and use them as pinetar for our bats. We're going to hand out losses to those lousy Wrangler 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'll all do your duty. The Wranglers are the enemy. Wade into them. Injure his hitters, fire a fastball into their bellies. When you put your hand into a bunch of confetti, that a moment before was your best friends team, 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, we'll let the Jeep do that. We are advancing constantly, and we're not interested in holding onto anything except Jeep. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose.
Now, 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 Dunk Jeepdriver League? You won't have to say, Well, I shoveled shit in the League basement. Alright now, you sons of bitches, you know how I feel. I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into any league anytime, anywhere. That's all.
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