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Any Given Sunday
Any Given Sunday

It's been a long haul, but we've finally gotten our 24 movies, that you nominated, down to one. That movie is not The Blind Side, Rudy, Remember the Titans or Brian's Song. The winner also wasn't one of the movies that showed the lighter side of the sport, like The Waterboy, The Replacements or The Longest Yard. The winner also was not Air Bud: Golden Receiver.

In the end, the winner of the football movie tournament, in the opinions of those of you who cast a total 10,475 total votes throughout the tournament, is No. 14 seed Any Given Sunday.

The finalized movie bracket is here, if you'd like to take a look.

Any Given Sunday was bestowed this high honor after defeating No. 11 seeded Radio in the first round. Then, in the second round, Any Given Sunday took down No. 2 seed, Brian's Song. After that, in the third round, Any Given Sunday made it past No. 6 seed, Friday Night Lights. Then, in the semi-finals, Any Given Sunday defeated No. 18 The Program to advance to the finals, where the champion faced off against No. 20, The Waterboy.

Any Given Sunday defeated The Waterboy by taking in 72 percent of the vote (375-144).

Now that the football movie tournament has come to a close, only Any Given Sunday reigns supreme, and sits upon a throne high above all other movies that grovel at its feet.

And from its perch high above the other movies, Any Given Sunday can be heard saying:

I don't know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. All comes down to today, and either, we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the sh*t kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell... one inch at a time. Now I can't do it for ya, I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I've pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's 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. I mean, that's... that's... that's a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin' stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that's gonna make the f*cking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this, in any fight it's the guy whose willing to die whose gonna win that inch. And I know, if I'm gonna have any life anymore it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that's what living is, the six inches in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think ya going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. Your gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it your gonna do the same 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, what are you gonna do?