"Sometimes I think the Fates must
grin as we denounce them and insist
The only reason we can't win,
Is the Fates themselves that miss.
Yet there lives on the ancient claim
We win or lose within ourselves.
The shining trophies on our shelves
Can never win tomorrows game.
You and I know deeper down,
There's always a chance to win the crown.
But when we fail to give our best,
We simply haven't met the test, of giving all
And saving none until the game is really won.
Of showing what is meant by grit.
Of playing through when others quit.
Of playing through not letting up.
It's baring down that wins the cup.
Of dreaming there's a goal ahead.
Of hoping when our dreams are dead.
Of praying when our hopes have fled.
Yet losing, not afraid to fall,
If bravely we have given all.
For who can ask more of a man
Than giving all within his span.
Giving all, it seems to me,
Is not so far from victory.
And so the fates are seldom wrong.
No matter how they twist and wind.
It's you and I who make our fates
We open up or close the gates on the road ahead or the road behind."
George Moriarty, former MLB baseball player and umpire
