My friends, it has often been said that I like football.
My friends, I like football...
No, friends, I love football!
I love blowouts.
I love blitzes.
I love defensive lines.
I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.
Football across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on land, in the air, I love every act of football that can occur upon this earth.
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with deep balls that thunder across the lines of battle.
Gentlemen... All I ask for is football, football so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in Packers nation, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for more football as I do?
Do you wish for merciless, bloody football?
A game whose fury is built with iron and lightning and fire?
Do you ask for a game to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this Earth!?
Then football is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us with our might! GO PACK GO!