Today… we are THE UNCONQUERED
To any outsider, today’s Florida State – Georgia Tech game is just that… a game. But after the week that the FSU community has endured, it is so much more than just a game.
This is a chance to come together – a chance to celebrate the road we have traveled… the trials and triumphs… the highs and the lows. This is our time to state unequivocally that we alone will own our future and we alone will control our destiny.
And if there was ever a time for the Seminole Nation to draw together, it is today. This is our opportunity to show the world that, once again — in victory and in defeat — we are THE UNCONQUERED.
I donâ€™t know what to say, really. Three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team or weâ€™re gonna crumble, inch by inch, play by play, ’til weâ€™re finished.
Weâ€™re in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And, we can stay here — get the shit kicked out of us — or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell one inch at a time.
Now, I canâ€™t do it for you. Iâ€™m too old. I look around. I see these young faces, and I think — I mean — I made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone whoâ€™s ever loved me. And lately, I canâ€™t even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know, when you get old in life things get taken from you. I mean that’s…part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out lifeâ€™s this game of inches. So is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small — I mean one-half a step too late, or too early, and you donâ€™t quite make it. One-half second too slow, too fast, you donâ€™t quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
Theyâ€™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 thatâ€™s gonna make the fuckin’ difference between winning and losing! Between livin’ and dyin’!
Iâ€™ll tell you this: In any fight, itâ€™s the guy whoâ€™s willing to die whoâ€™s gonna win that inch. And I know if Iâ€™m gonna have any life anymore, itâ€™s because Iâ€™m still willin’ to fight and die for that inch. Because thatâ€™s what livin’ is! The six inches in front of your face!!
Now I canâ€™t make you do it. You got to look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes! Now I think youâ€™re gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You’re gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows, when it comes down to it, youâ€™re gonna do the same for him!
Thatâ€™s a team, gentleman!
And, either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals.
Thatâ€™s football guys.
That’s all it is.
Now, what are you gonna do?
— “Any Given Sunday”