..Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out! We can become God's own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race dark Satan himself till he wheezes fiery cinders down the back straightaway.. They'll speak our names in hushed tones, 'those guys are animals' they'll say! We can lay it on the line, bust a gut, show them a clean pair of heels. We can sprint the turn on a spring breeze and feel the winter leave our feet! We can, by God, let our demons loose and just wail on! . Anonymous
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The quote above is attributed to the football player Chet Huntley, who was born in 1912. He was an American football player who played for the Philadelphia Eagles. For fifteen seasons, he played as a linebacker and defensive end. He was selected to play in five Pro Bowls, and was named the NFL's Most Valuable Player in 1945.

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