The game is won on the field. Some bits of advice are impossible to follow to fruition. "The game is won on the field, Mallman." This is the kind of hodge-podge rhetoric that makes so much sense, you end up feeling like shit about yourself because you can never live up to it. Life is not won. If anything, death wins.
I first heard the saying when I was editing sports at the TV station nine years earlier. Mr. B came into my office. "Mark, I'm having troubles. I want to meet women, you seem to do well for yourself. Can you help me? I'm lonely." He was a stout man, and the stars were not kind to him. "I can't help you with loneliness, Mr B.," I said, and just that minute hit play on my tape machine. It was a sound byte from then Green Bay Packers quarterback, Brett Favre. "Well, you know, the game is won on the field," he said. I stopped the deck, turned my chair towards Mr. B, and just looked at him. "I guess Brett is telling you to start going to some nightclubs." But I couldn't help him with the loneliness.