Eleven score and ten days ago Jason Kreis brought forth on this continent a new team, concieved in brilliance, and dedicated to the proposition that the team is the star.

Now we are engaged in a great Western war, testing whether that team, or any team so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.  We are now gathered on a great battle-field of that war.  We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those players who here gave thier lives that that team might live.  It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate - we cannot concecrate - we cannot hallow - this ground.  The brave men, playing and on the bench, who stuggle here, will consecrate it far above our poor power to add or detract.  The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they will do here.  It is for us the fans, rather, to be dedicated here to the chanting and singing, throwing of streamers and wearing of the Red which they who play here have thus so nobly requested.  It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us - that from these honored men we take increased devotion to that cause for which they have given the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these men shal not have trained in vain - that this team, under Kreis, shall have a new berth into the Cup - and that celebrations of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the Rio.