and this speech (given as Stanley) about football:

"When I was a boy, I dreamed of playing football. But I was

allergic to milk and the soybean juice substitute that my mother

gave me made my bones weak. But I digress. My point is: I love

football. Football. The ballet of bulldozers. The moments of

grace in a sea of fury. The crowd: fickle, fanatical, and

faithful. Every kick-off is possibility. Every down a war. And

every now and then, it doesn't come down to fancy strategy or

speed or strength. It comes down to who has more heart. Yes.

You see football is in my bones, and where goes the two point

conversion, the on-side kick and the TV time-out, so go I. I

have seen the locker room my friends. I have smelled the shoes,

stormed the field and sung the songs. And I have heard the

footsteps. Yes. And they say to me, they say 'Stanley, is

football the greatest game in the world?' And I say, 'Yes,

footsteps. Yes it is!'".