The voice rises slowly, dramatically. "The only real free enterprise left is athletics. Everything else is turning to politics and apple-polishing. But when a basketball player steps out on the floor, it's just him and the Great White Father. And you could take Bear Bryant a bushel of apples every morning and it wouldn't do any good. You can't help recognizing sport is a gift of Almighty God when Babe Ruth comes out of a Baltimore orphanage and they build a stadium for him.
"Pay the price to win" Varnell crescendoes, raising his chin and thrusting his face forward. Then he drops down to pianissimo again. " Grantland Rice wrote some of the finest literature there ever was—you can't beat Four Horsemen 'against a blue-gray October sky'—but I can't go along with that about the One Great Scorer. Just playing the game is losing."
It all reminds Varnell of his favorite quotation, which he freely applies to basketball, on and off the banquet circuit. " Winston Churchill said it first," he drawls tremulously. "In the darkest days of World War II he was asked, 'What is your aim?' 'Victory, ultimate victory,' Churchill says. 'Without victory, there is no tomorra!' "