That's when our assistant coach burst into our circle and shattered our pity party, delivering one of the best motivational speeches I've heard to this day.
I can't directly quote him because he said some inappropriate things for a blog post (and, in hindsight, probably for a bunch of 13-year-olds too).
The point is he harnessed the power of words to rejuvenate a physically and emotionally drained team. And we came back clawing to win the game.