On certain plays and situations I feel like I have the advantage. But sometimes I just have to not think about the size of the guy in front of me.

Flow my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled forever let me mourn; Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn.

Pain they should say is holy 
It makes you remember and chant
The Holy Name!
May the Holy One remain Holy again and again.
But what about my pain?

There's A Force that wants you to realize your personal legend; it whets your appetite with a taste of success