Ten HUT!

At Ease.

Now, I want you to remember – that no football player ever won a game – by taking one for his team.  He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard take one for HIS team.

Men – all this stuff you’ve heard about Gamecocks not being able to win – destined to be mediocre – is a lot of horse dung.   Gamecocks – traditionally love to fight and win.  All real Gamecocks love the sting of battle.

When you were kids – you all admired the best video game player – the fastest runner, big league ball players, the toughest boxers.

Gamecocks love a winner and will not tolerate a loser.

Gamecocks play to win all the time.  I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a player who lost and laughed.

Now . . . the Gamecocks are a team.  We live, eat, sleep, fight as a team.

This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap.

The bilious bastards who write for The State – don’t know anything more about real football than they do about fornicating.

Now we have the finest fans and equipment- the best spirit – and the best men in the world.

You know – by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we’re going up against.  By God, I do.  We’re not just going to tackle the bastards – we’re going to knock their helmets off – and use them as toilets.

Now.  – some of you boys – I know are wondering – whether or not you’ll perform under fire. Don’t worry about it.  I can assure you – that you will all do your duty.

The other team. – is the enemy.

Wade into them!   Break their coverage!   Sack their Quarterback!

When you extend your hand to help your team mate, who, a moment before was getting hit with a cheap shot – - – you’ll know what to do.

There’s another thing I want you to remember.  I don’t want to get anyone saying we’re “holding the line of scrimmage.”

We’re not “holding” anything.  Let the other team do that.

We’re advancing constantly. We’re not interested in holding on to anything – except the enemy.

We’re going to hold on to him by the nose and 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 leave here.  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 season of 2009?”

You won’t have to say:  ”Well … I shoveled shizzle in Williams-Bryce. “

All right, now, you SOBs – you know how I feel.

I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime – anywhere.

That’s all.