This is my tard.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My tard is my best friend... It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My tard without me is useless.
Without my tard, I am useless.
I must wrangle my tard true.
I must wrangle better than my enemy who is trying to felt me.
I must felt him before he felts me... I will.
My tard and my'lard know that what counts in this war is not the streams we fire, the noise of our holler, nor the subs we make.
We know that it is the felts that count... We will felt.
My tard is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its balls and its shaft.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of accusers and damage
as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage.
I will keep my tard clean and ready.
We will become part of each other... We will.
Before God, I swear this creed!
My tard and my'lard are the defenders of my stream!
We are the masters of our enemy! We are the saviors of my life!
So be it, until victory is the casino's and there is no enemy, but peace!!