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Corbin Redhounds! Let's go!

Lee rip zip, 34 power,

strong wing left. Go on.

- I'm gonna get closer.

- Okay.

I'll be over there in a second.

Get in there, son!

Come on, Cam!

Hey, Marshal.

How's little Cam feeling?

Back to normal, eating me

out of house and home.

Yeah. Well, you know, they're growing boys.

How you all feeling tonight?

I want my touchdown!

Touchdown, Redhounds!

- What happened, who scored?

- Travis!

Travis, I missed his touchdown?

Touchdown Redhounds!

Travis Freeman.

- How did he score?

- He ran it in.

- Nah, I think it was a pass.

- 23 Blast!

23 what?

Okay, I test

Fred on all the plays,

so that when they put

him in he's ready.

Whatever it was,

Larry's got it on tape.

I'm not so sure he does.

Panther right,

40 lead, 46 power, go on.

How much time we got?

Uh, we're fine.

Where's the party tonight?

- Quit messing around, call the play.

- No fun.

Okay.

Dang, I can't remember...

Oh, well.

Trav, go deep.

- Come on Jerry.

- What's the play!?

Hey! You guys want

to win this game or not?!

Let's do combo right.

Z left. You guys do whatever.

You get in the end zone.

And you, give me some time.

- On one. Ready?

- Break!

That's not the play

you called, Willard.

Black 22, black 22.

Set. Hut.

- He's open. He's open.

- Okay.

Pull, pull!

That's Travis Freeman once again

on a pretty pass from

quarterback Jerry Baker.

Bold call from Coach Willard

Farris, but it worked.

Davey Crockett, you ever change my

plays again, I will bench you fast.

He's got the Redhounds and his

workhorse firing on all cylinders.

Good job, man.

- He call you Davey Crockett again?

- Yeah.

You think I should

tell him it's not my name?

- It's a good name.

- Hey, hey Marlow.

This game's not over. Now, get your

head in the game, there's another half.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

- That was a heck of a throw.

- Yes, sir.

- Did he forget the play?

- Yes, sir.

- You all right?

- Yes. This headache is just getting worse!

- Do you want to leave?

- No, no, I'll be fine, it's just, uh...

Ew! Get off me.

- Loser.

- Do all the cheerleaders love me,

or is it just Molly?

- Your dad know you're here?

- You kidding? I'm studying with you!

You can't hang with me.

I'll beat you at keg stand too.

- He better not mess up this year.

- He'll be fine.

He still doesn't

even know the plays!

- Look, he gets mixed up once in a while...

- I mean it.

He can't be screwing up

my scholarship.

You're always covering for him.

I got one shot, one.

And he's ain't going

to mess that up.

Seven, eight, nine, ten!

You better control

your boy or I will.

- Redhounds, baby!

- Hey, Jerry, come on.

- You and me man, Redhounds.

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