. . . sayeth the Earp. Tonight I get to redeem myself for Sunday night's hockey debacle. I almost feel pity for those poor bastards we will be playing. They don't know what's about to hit them. And in order to fire up Vinnie, Badger, and Fish, I figured I'd give them some George Patton:
"Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose."
Back to work tonight, gentlemen.
. . . sayeth the Earp. Tonight I get to redeem myself for Sunday night's hockey debacle. I almost feel pity for those poor bastards we will be playing. They don't know what's about to hit them. And in order to fire up Vinnie, Badger, and Fish, I figured I'd give them some George Patton:
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