Good morning gentlemen.  Did you sleep well?  Did you dream about your wives, girlfriends and children back home?  Good.  I hope you thought about them every minute of last night, because from this moment forward you ain't got your family no more.  You got your brothers on the team and you got your daddy.  You know who your daddy is, don'tcha?

I bet you boys are flying high, winning two straight games.  "Hey coach, we're above .500."  Who cares?  Who is going to care that you were 4-3 heading into New York when you're sitting at home during the playoffs.  Your family?  Heck no, they'll be happy to have you home.  Your fans?  They'll be looking at who can replace you next season.

Nobody is going to remember what you did in the first half of this season.  What they're going to remember is how you handled a Super Bowl contender on the road, how you managed to keep fighting in the second half of the season even when your playoff chances were slim to none. 

This game, and the remainder of this season, will determine your future in this game.  I'm no fool.  If you can't perform this season, I'm not going to lie to myself and think you'll turn it around next year.  You'll probably be hard-pressed to find any team that will think you're worth their time and money.  Talent or no talent, tomorrow's game will show the world your heart.  And after this game, the world will know how mentally tough each and every one of you are.  Is that a scary thought?  It shouldn't be.

LaDainian, I know you have something left in those legs.  When I was fifteen years old I lost my mother and my father in the same month LT, the same month.  12 brothers and sisters I was the youngest one of them, now I wasn't ready either, but they needed me.  Your team needs you tonight, you're the Colonel, you're going to command your troops!

I am not demanding a good performance.  I am demanding perfection.  We will be perfect in every aspect of the game. You drop a pass, you run a mile. You miss a blocking assignment, you run a mile.  You fumble the football, and I will break my foot off in your John Brown hind parts and then you will run a mile.  Perfection.  Let's go to work.