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!