I don't know what to say, really. The biggest battle of our professional lives. Either, we heal, as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, til we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the [expletive] kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back, into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time. Now I can't do it for you. You find out, life's this game of inches. So is baseball. Because in either game, life or baseball, the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late, or too early, you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast, you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every 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 fingernails for that inch. Because we know, when we add up all of those inches, that's gonna make the [expletive] difference between winning and losing. Between LIVING and DYING. I'll tell you this, in any fight, it's the guy who's willing to die, who wins that inch. And I know if I'm gonna have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willing to FIGHT and DIE for that inch. Because that's what living is! There's six inches in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think you're gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You're gonna see a guy, who will sacrifice himself for this team. Because he knows, when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen. And, either we heal NOW, as a TEAM, or we will die, as individuals. That's baseball, guys. That's all it is. Now, what are you gonna do? We CAN do this. Go Cubs.