You want answers?
I think I'm entitled.
You want answers?!
I want the truth!
You can't handle the truth!
Son, we live on Kyle field that homes the 12th Man and that field needs to be guarded by men with speed. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Potbanger? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for our November record and curse our playcalling; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that our playcalling, while tragic at times, probably wins games, and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins games.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that sideline, you need me on that sideline. We use words like tackle, run, block. We use then as the backbone in a game trying to improve our record. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fan who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very coaching I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a football and get in formation. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Did you order the field goal?
I did the job I had to do.
Did you order the field goal?!
You're ____ right I did!
[This message has been edited by ord-ord (edited 11/5/2006 4:30p).]
I think I'm entitled.
You want answers?!
I want the truth!
You can't handle the truth!
Son, we live on Kyle field that homes the 12th Man and that field needs to be guarded by men with speed. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Potbanger? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for our November record and curse our playcalling; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that our playcalling, while tragic at times, probably wins games, and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins games.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that sideline, you need me on that sideline. We use words like tackle, run, block. We use then as the backbone in a game trying to improve our record. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fan who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very coaching I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a football and get in formation. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Did you order the field goal?
I did the job I had to do.
Did you order the field goal?!
You're ____ right I did!
[This message has been edited by ord-ord (edited 11/5/2006 4:30p).]
