I'm looking into the tunnel, but what's really at the end of it? Is it fans with tasty refreshments, or is it water and Gatorade filling the sidelines? Is it insanely loud spectators cheering for me or for another player? Or is it a marked off field with field goal posts at each end? What will be my destiny in the next sixty minutes? Will it be fame, or glory? Will I be famous for fumbling the ball, missing a big catch, or not shaking defenders off? Will I walk off the field with my head high in victory? Penciling out the endless possibilities I feel they still have no affect on what I am about to do. Instead, they’re just mere imagines of my real opponent. It's apparent if I beat my mind, I can beat anyone. Game Over!