So I heard..

   ... Love is just a game and you're the star player. You can't win if you don't play. 

 

You have to substitute players at the right time and take some unnecessary risks. 

Take a pit stop and relax for twenty seconds and refuel, wash your windows, change the tires and get back out there. Sometimes you have to bring out the bench sitters to let the starters take a breath so they're not to get fouled out before the games over. You can feel your self about to give out. It's the tenth round. You're sick of getting juked and dodged. Getting  rope-a-doped into Haymakers. You're winded and you just want to quit. Then you realize the last nine rounds would of been pointless if you don't come out on top. 

 

You get in a fight, get thrown in the penalty box, but just ride that out. You'll be back on the ice and hitting it harder than before. You can hit a homerun and round all the bases, but you'll end up starting exactly where you started. Every time.

 

   Don't let your team mates down, but more importantly, never let your fans down. Once you lose them; you'll never have them ever again.

You can substitute love for lust if you're one of those. I know I am.