Any Given Sunday
Spare just 4 and a half minutes before you make that call today.
Greetings,
Hello Team. Delta Force Team. Welcome to my blog, just wanted you guys to see, and give it your all (for this week) after you hear to what all Al Pacino has to say in this moving scene from the movie – “Any Given Sunday”.
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Dialogue:
I don’t know what to say really.
Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Either we heal as a team or we are going to crumble.Inch by inch.Play by play till we’re finished. We are in hell right now, gentlemen believe me
and we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of us or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch, at a time.
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 age man could make.
I uh….
I 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 to early you don’t quite 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 ever 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 finger nails 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 is 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 are 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 (and sales) guys.
That’s all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?
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Hope you enjoyed this piece. Thank you Sai (Prasad) for bringing this to my notice again.
Regards,
CZ
Shatter
(Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/betta_design/2281634640/)
This is my poem on the Taj. Titled: Shatter
Shatter
Shiny floors and glazed glass
All class, no crass
Stood magnificent and proud
Sometimes subtle, sometimes loud
No thought, no mind
It was a place for the rich and sometimes blind
Many I saw, many memories I cherished
No blood, no blemish
Stood proud I, loud and strong
Regards,
CZ
Blade of (Un) reason
As the blade of un-reason travelled through the air,
And kissed the wood of the chopping block,
I heard the head of reason thud thudding in the distance.
by Self
Regards,
Salil
“Right Where It Belongs” – NIN
“Right Where It Belongs” – Nine Inch Nails
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you’re on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it’s all
Right where it belongs
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn’t quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world’s inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you’re really all alone?
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can’t find the woods
While you’re hiding in the trees
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn’t quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?
Regards,
CZ
