Some of us are going into battle tomorrow...

This is my mallet. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My mallet is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my mallet is useless. Without my mallet, I am useless. I must swing my mallet true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to defeat me. I must score on him before he scores on me. I will. Before God I swear this creed. My mallet and myself are defenders of St. Louis. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it until there is no enemy...But parties. Amen.