This game is a rivalry like the rivalry I had last week with a cockroach I discovered lurking in my kitchen. I was excited to step on him and listen to that sound he made as his thin exoskeleton cracked and snapped, squeezing his nasty insides out. And sure... after I wiped the Tabby off my foot... I drank some Makers on the rocks and danced around my kitchen in my thong... but I don't think that cockroach was my "rival".
Until we get out of the SBC, we're going to have an infestation of cockroaches. Let's not regress and call them "rivals". And this upcoming battle with the war roaches... is just another extermination in our way to our SBC championship.
I always tell my team ahead of crushing another roach... "Don't underestimate a roach... prepare and be ready for them... they are ugly, sneaky, germ-carrying, crack-dwelling critters... but if you turn your back on them... they'll try and eat your groceries... Don't let them eat your groceries!". I've always felt that speech rivaled anything Vince Lombardi or Bear Bryant ever told his team.