For A Time, At Least,

Every Morning, Just Like In Alabama, I Got Up With The Sun, Ate My Breakfast Even Before My Mother And Sisters And Brothers, And Went To School, Winter, Spring, And Fall Alike To Run And Jump And Bend My Body This Way And That For Mr. Charles Riley.

The Battles That Count Aren't The Ones For Gold Medals. The Struggles Within Yourself - The Invisible, Inevitable Battles Inside All Of Us - That's Where It's At.

Friendships Born On The Field Of Athletic Strife Are The Real Gold Of Competition. Awards Become Corroded, Friends Gather No Dust.

A Lifetime Of Training For Just Ten Seconds.

The Road To The Olympics, Leads To No City, No Country. It Goes Far Beyond New York Or Moscow, Ancient Greece Or Nazi Germany. The Road To The Olympics Leads — In The End — To The Best Within Us.