Leonardo The Leader
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 180 lbs
Weapon: Twin katanas
Hobbies: Martial arts, training, studying
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Music: Traditional Japanese
Of all the turtles, Leonardo is the turtle that studies and trains the hardest. His serious nature and strong sense of responsibility has made him the unofficial leader of the team. Leo is a perfectionist, totally dedicated to the practices and philosophies of Ninjutsu. This dedicated pursuit has created a special bond between Leonardo and his sensei, Splinter. Because of his steely resolve and keen strategic thinking, Master Splinter has determined twin razor sharp katana swords as the weapons best suited for Leonardo.

Raphael The Warrior
Height: 5’2”. Weight: 180 lbs. Weapon: Twin sais. Hobbies: Kickin’ ninja butt, takin’ ninja names. Favorite Color: Red. Favorite Music: Rap, Metal, Hardcore, Punk Favorite. Quick to anger and slow to cool off, Raphael may have mastered the sai, but he hasn’t been so lucky with his own temper.

Donatello The Inventor
Height: 5’2”. Weight: 80 lbs. Weapon: Bo staff. Hobbies: Taking things apart, putting them back together better than before! Favorite Color: Purple Favorite Music: Classical and “classic” rock. If there’s one turtle that could be described as the “brains” of the TMNT, it’d have to be Donatello.

Michelangelo The..uh… goofball?
Height: 5’2”. Weight: 180 lbs. Weapon: Nunchakus. Hobbies: You name it, I’m up for it bro! Cowabunga! Favorite Color: Orange. Favorite Music: Rap, Techno, Surf.

Master Splinter The Sensei
This is the rat that started it all. Without their beloved Master Splinter, the Turtles would just be…well…turtles. But Splinter has taught them well. Even when Splinter was a mere pet rat he was very special. He spent years observing the ninjutsu teachings and wisdom of his human master, Hamoto Yoshi.

April O’Neil The Ally
Height: 5’8”. Weight: 125 lbs. Weapon: A certain quartet of green, butt-kickin’ ninjas. Hobbies: Antiques, science and technology, hanging with mutants. Favorite Color: Red. Favorite Music: Loves all music - - except opera! The first human the Turtles ever met turned out to be the best friend the Turtles could ever want: April O’Neil.

Casey Jones The Vigilante
Height: 6’2”. Weight: 225 lbs. Weapon: Sporting goods! Hobbies: Weight lifting, auto mechanics, busting heads, April. Favorite Color: Green Favorite Music: Headbangin’ Rock. It’s been said that there’s “crazy, ” and then there’s “craaaaa-zzzzy!” Casey Jones is both!

I don't know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Eitherwe healas a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inchplay by play
till we're finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe meandwe can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.

Now I can't do it for you.
I'm too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh....I pissed away all my money
believe it or not.
I chased offanyone who has ever loved me.
And lately,
I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.

You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is football.
Because in either game
life or footballthe margin for error is so small.
I meanone half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we knowwhen we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I'll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I knowif I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can't make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That's a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?

For decades without number,through the history of man,
The game of gaelic football has been played at Caherlistrane,
And all over county Galway,and mayo,and beyond,
The fame of our great footballers,it still goes on and on.
We've won our share of titles,Let a fair few slip aswell,
But always we came back to play the game we love so well.
So now its up to you lads,with all the skill you can,
To show the people what it means to play for Caherlistrane


To see the famous blue and white go flutter in the wind,
as the sturdy Caherlistrane men sweep the ball from end to end.
You hit them hard,you take their best,
If you fall you rise and come back for more,
You take your points and play the wings,
And fetch them high as in days of yore.
You hold your head so proudly as you run to take the field,
And win or loose you battle on,Contest the ball,And never yield.


From Shrule Grove on to Feeragh and from Luimnagh down to Beaghmore,
Through Cave,Skeaghbeg and Ballycasey,Castlehackett and Carrowmore,
Kilamonagh,Polnahallia,Ballyf
ruit and Manusflynn.
Wakefield,Crossursa and Donaghpatrick always raised the best of men,
Cahernaheena,Ballinvoher,Beag
hbeg and Derrymore,
Caltra,Breedagh,Ballydonnella
n,Carrowconlaun and old Oltore,
Caherlistrane and Ballintleva,Mirehill and Largan down below,
Ballinduff and Cloonavarnogue,Mausrevagh,Kno
ckroon and Turlough Cor.


In Eight Six we won some games,Urged on by mighty roars,
And once again we won the ball but didnt take our scores.
Arah!why dont ye give up now John Joe,Go out and milk the cows,
Im sick of all the hard luck talk and all the flamin' rows.
You're training now for fifteen years and look at what you got,
Your nose is bent,Your Knee is crocked,Your fingers in a knot.
But John Joe lifts his head again and shuffles to the door,
I'll be late if i dont go now ma,`cause i need the trainin' more.


See,there he's off again Tom,Now that spring is in the air,
But I heard that Josie Said that this could be their year.
Indeed it could at that,Mary,I remember twenty four,
They started like a whisper,but they ended with a roar.
Won't you stop goin' on at John Joe now and give the lad a chance,
Don't you know he'll soon be married,and not bothered with the dance.
When your in town on Friday,will you buy a pair of boots,
And his socks and togs don't look so good since Toby tore them off the chutes.


Will John Joe get his medal?Ah...Well that I can't predict,
But I know he'll keep on trying just as long as footballs kicked.
He'll say his bit in passing to the youngest on the team,
And he'll play his heart in every match while there's water in the stream.
Till when is earthly race is run,And he sees the games no more,
I wonder will the good lord grant when he hears the final score.
When he gets his chance in heavan,he'll be tryin' all he can,
To get a glimpse of the blue and white,and to cheer for Caherlistrane