"Hell boys, we're here anyway. We might as well win it!" - everybody
Today is the first day of our divisional playoff series against the Greenville Drive. It's a best out of three series, wherein we have to drive to Greenville, SC to play the first game, then drive back the same night and play two more in Savannah. Pretty damn literal if you ask me.
At this point in the season you've already played 140 games in 5 1/2 months...that's a grand total of 10 off days. Not only that, but you've had to play in a league that is notoriously the worst in the country for traveling (avg. drive time of 6 hrs). To top it all off you've played 70 home games in Savannah, which is a great city, but also the hottest place on the planet in the summer. Mentally, physically, emotionally...we're tired. But this is the playoffs, and what doesn't kill you gets you a nice shiny ring on your finger.
Now I've heard it said by some who don't understand the game that we are a bit "light in our loafers" for spending all this time and effort on jewelry. Let me make this clear to anyone who might subscribe to said opinion. It isn't about the jewelry. It is about pure unadulterated competition. It's about doing something that most professional athletes never get to do. It's about dog-piling on the mound after the third out in the last inning of the championship game. It's about champagne (well, sparkling cider...still some young'ns around) being popped in a clubhouse that has seen so much defeat everyday for 6 months straight.
It's about finishing knowing you couldn't have done any better. In an industry where you have no control over your future, all you can do is try to be the best wherever you are. That's what a ring represents. Not a couple diamonds and a logo, but a memory. Something no one can ever take from you. This is what we're after.