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Important Website Logins for current Torrey Football Players:


Link to Hudl:

https://www.hudl.com/login/


Link to Volt:

https://app.voltathletics.com/


The Torrey Ticket (interactive game guide and program):

TORREY ALMA MATER

(sung by the Torreys after EVERY game, win or lose)


All Hail, to Alma Mater praise,

To Country Day, our voice we raise.


Our loyalty we pledge to you,

With colors proud, the white and blue.


Memories of friendships made,

Through time and travel will not fade.


As years go by and pass away,

We pledge our hearts to Country Day.


These poems below illustrate what being a Torrey Football Player is all about:

"Do It Anyway," by Mother Teresa

People are often unreasonable,
illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.


If you are kind,
people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.


If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and true enemies;
Succeed anyway.


If you are honest and frank,
people may cheat you;
Be honest anyway.


What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.


If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.


The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.


Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

"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!