Happy Dominion and Independence Day Weekend

Happy Dominion and Independence Day Weekend everybody!



Football Warrior Poet, a new breed of athlete whose only thing they thinking about is the game on Any Given Sunday, is off for the remainder of the summer to continue read, listening and doing the strongman, speed and weight training up here in the North, will leave weekly pic results at the Facebook with a post here or there at Blogger, see you all in September?

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You know when you get old in life things get taken from you. That is, that is 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 do not quite make it. One half second too slow or too fast and you do not 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. Because we know when we add up all those inches that is going to make the whole difference, between winning and losing, between living and dying. I will 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. Rocky. It is not about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. Never give up never stop believing and win. Back for one final round, the bell is about to ring because it aint over until it is over. Must Be The Money Prettyboy, House Of Prime Time Keeps On Ticking, Straight to My Feet. You look good, you feel good. You feel good, you play good. You play good, the pay is good. Youtube me over this hot song - Blood, tears, sweat, pain. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. In the trenches, training for months. I am like a prizefighter, dog, get your mind set, aint no Hollywood stunts. I am a rich hoodlum yeah. Blood, tears, sweat, pain. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. rap single track - Rob and Big 2 MP3 Making the Band 4 lyrics Going for Five.