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You'll really enjoy Oregon's "IF" video

We could probably all agree that, more often than not, poems and football don't really go together.

However, this video from Oregon titled simply "IF" absolutely disproves that notion.

If the title looks familiar, that's because it's from legendary writer Rudyard Kipling (who tried his hand at journalism, short stories, novels and poems), who has a poem by the same title Once you examine the words closely, you can see why Oregon used it for their video.

After starting 2-4, and trying to dig themselves out of a funk of four-straight losses, words like the ones that open the poem carry much more of a special meaning. Oregon takes on Cal this weekend.

Check out the video, and a copy of the words from Kipling's poem can be found below.

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!