Can you imagine being a player and sitting through this verbal diarrhea? I would be biting my cheek so hard in an effort to not laugh in the old man's face.
'I got my butt kicked back in 1955, during my first year of peewee football. We were 0-4 through the first four games. We were then forced to take a long look in the mirror. What happened after was nothing short of amazing, men. I'll let you guess who was holding the trophy in the end. Next week, we need to come out like a lumberjack looking to cut down the biggest tree in the forest. And when that tree hits the floor, the entire league will know that the Dallas Cowboys mean business. Men, you better believe that I'm still all in and I promise you that we'll be looking to bring in a few war daddy's if something were to present themselves. How 'bout dem Cowboys?!?'.