Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Dogs of War

My Gator Nation, today is the day of days. Today, our Gators embark upon the most important game in Gator football history. The eyes of the world are upon those in the Orange and Blue. The hopes and prayers of the Gator Nation everywhere march into battle with them. In company with their brave teammates, they will bring about the sweet destruction of the Oklahoma football machine, the termination of the Heisman trophy winner, and lasting glory for our alma mater. 

Their task will not be an easy one. The enemy is well-trained, well-equipped and battle-hardened. They will fight savagely.

I know you're nervous. I know you may be unsure and uneasy. Do not be, for our great team is led by the greatest leader to ever play. A man who has never had a bad day on the field. A man who brought us back from the greatest loss in our history. Fear not, for He will deliver us; He will shepherd us; He will assuage our anxieties; and He will make good on His promises.

O, my beloved Gators, we are on the morn of the most important game in the most important time in Florida football history. Tonight, we dance the dance of death, so that we may sing the songs of victory. Tonight, we silence the talk and deliver a violence that would make the Armies of Hell quiver. Tonight, as the boiling blood and beading sweat co-mingle and spill upon the earth of our rival, we end their theory with the crescendo of our triumphant reality. 

It is time to cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

Go win a National Championship.

Go Gators.

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I love you all. Godspeed. And remember to breathe.