The Price Of Victory Is High, But

It's Kind Of Hard To Rally Around A Math Class.

The Faint Old Man Shall Lean His Silver Head To Feel Thee; Thou Shalt Kiss The Child Asleep, And Dry The Moistened Curls That Overspread His Temples, While His Breathing Grows More Deep.

Get The Winners Into The Game.

I Always Want My Players To Show Class, Knock'em Down, Pat On The Back, And Run Back To The Huddle.

Recognize Winners. They Come In All Forms.