"The locker room is just an empty space."
“Still have the stuff you wrote on the locker room?” asked Walter. “I’m
thinking of taking it to camp with me.”
“Somewhere around here,” said Bear, turning from the window. “You really
think pro sports is ready to dream this kind of better dream?”
“Read to me,” said Walter.
Bear loved reading to his buddy, hanging out in bed, dreaming dreams, chasing rainbows,
believing anything was possible. Like a happy little boy, Bear retrieved his magic and jumped on the bed, eager to read to
his buddy.
“Still fuzzy, but here goes,” said Bear. “Bits and pieces ...”
THE LOCKER ROOM IS AN EMPTY SPACE
First it was just space in space.
Then a planet stood in that space.
Then people stood on that planet in that space.
Then people dreamed of uses for that space.
Boom. Creation.
The locker room is born.
The locker room is still first and foremost an empty space.
Humanity brings everything
else into that space, from the dreams to the wood to the showers to the plumbing to the slogans on the wall, to the love,
hate, smiles, laughter, fear, understanding, misunderstanding, heart, mind, spirit ...
what’s inside your soul, at the core. Remember your core? Feel your core? Can anyone change your core?
Can you change anyone else’s core? Can you change how you feel about anyone else’s core?
The locker room is just an empty space. Your choice what you bring to that space. As the
quarterback and leader of this team, I, Walter Yeager, am bringing into the locker room a winning
attitude, so I can get another ring, because when my career is over, people aren’t going to ask me about the locker
room. They’re gonna wanna know about these! (flashes rings) ... You can be a player who has some of these!
(flashes rings) ... Or ... you can be a player who talks about how you didn’t want to be naked in a room
of a hundred men, all because one of them chose to be honest about who he loves back at home.
Your choice, always and forever. This much is true.
