





Playoffs Week 2: Triples of the Barricuda
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Week 14/Playoffs Week 1: The Arena
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Week 13: The hill is ours
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Week 12: Meters, not feet
It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.



Week 9: I shall not have hands
"As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see"

Week 8: Beep, Beep, Beep
What the heck you gonna do if you're on a picnic and have an ice cream and the ants crawl on the ice cream, what are you gonna do?

Week 7: Gone Long
Shot and shell shrieking and crashing, canister and bullets whistling and hissing most fiend-like through the air until you could almost see them. In that mile's ride I never expected to come back alive.

Week 6: The land of Bad
The longing for certainty is in every human mind. But certainty is generally illusion.

Week 5: It’s about sending a message
Wealth is not his that has it, but his that enjoys it.

Week 4: Loup-De-Guerre
"If he thinks it will be better for him to defend the castle than yield it, he will see."