Post by sbush on Oct 13, 2006 7:49:47 GMT -5
Guys,
I can't be at the meet tomorrow since I have to work, but I just wanted to wish all of you good luck. For many of you this is the meet you have been shooting for all year. Make tomorrow count. Give it all you have and don't hold a single ounce of energy back. Keep the Palatine tradition going and kick some MSL butt!!!
"It is simply that we can all be good boys and wear our letter sweaters around and get our little degrees and find some nice girl to settle, you know, down with, ...Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from 300 yards out! We can become God's own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race black Satan himself till he wheezes fiery cinders down the back straightaway...They'll speak our names in hushed tones, those guys are animals they'll say. We can lay it on the line, bust a gut, show them a clean pair of heels. We can sprint the turn on a spring breeze and feel the winter leave our feet! We can, by God, let our demons loose and just wail on!"
- Once A Runner
You're all champions!
- Coach Bush
I can't be at the meet tomorrow since I have to work, but I just wanted to wish all of you good luck. For many of you this is the meet you have been shooting for all year. Make tomorrow count. Give it all you have and don't hold a single ounce of energy back. Keep the Palatine tradition going and kick some MSL butt!!!
"It is simply that we can all be good boys and wear our letter sweaters around and get our little degrees and find some nice girl to settle, you know, down with, ...Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from 300 yards out! We can become God's own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race black Satan himself till he wheezes fiery cinders down the back straightaway...They'll speak our names in hushed tones, those guys are animals they'll say. We can lay it on the line, bust a gut, show them a clean pair of heels. We can sprint the turn on a spring breeze and feel the winter leave our feet! We can, by God, let our demons loose and just wail on!"
- Once A Runner
You're all champions!
- Coach Bush