America Brown Page #2

I throw that pig like I'd

never thrown her before.

Man, I got hit so hard, I thought

I was in the Super Bowl.

But I knew where

that ball was going.

Yes, sir.

Did Daniel play college ball?

He never went to college.

What'd he do?

Not much of anything.

Well, how is he?

He's dead.

They said it was a heart attack.

Hey, Ricky.

Hey.

Hey.

- Vera.

- Vera. Vera.

Father.

Vera, this is John Cross.

Hi, John.

Hi, Vera.

We met today.

John lives here.

I'm visiting.

- From?

- West Texas.

Yeah? I have

a cousin in Odessa.

No sh*t?

Lots of sh*t.

But that's another conversation.

We beat Permian last year.

Sorry, ma'am.

Are Permian good?

Our school only

ever beat 'em twice.

John did it like,

fifteen years ago.

Greatest option quarterback

ever to play Texas ball.

Really?

What happened?

Cocktails?

You got I.D.?

Water will be fine.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Two waters coming right up.

The specials are right there,

over his head.

We met earlier.

I said that.

Excuse me.

Sure.

You're quittin'?

You're quittin'?

That's funny, Bubba.

I love you.

I love you, boy.

Would you like to join us?

He's a friend from Texas.

You're welcome...

No, thanks.

Okay.

It's only mid-August,

NFL pre-season...

is now in full-swing.

We're still three weeks away

from the regular season...

and all the talk from Manhattan

to Manhattan Beach is about...

a college freshman who won't even walk

on to a college practice field...

for another few weeks.

People are asking if

this young quarterback...

is going to be this year's

version of Chris Black,

Miami Storm sensation

of a year ago.

It was only last fall...

That guy, Thompson

from Florida,

I heard he was smokin' hot.

...in just his freshman season.

Maybe the NFL should let him

present himself in next year's drafts.

Smokin' hot.

Speaking of the NBA...

I was gonna go out.

Okay?

'Night.

'Night.

...in a two-to-one, extra innings

victory over the New York Mets...

You know John Cross has

not contacted his mother...

for fifteen years.

Can you imagine not calling

me for fifteen years?

I can barely last

fifteen hours.

Mama?

I'm still here.

I really love you.

I really love you.

See ya soon.

Bye now.

Hey, stalker.

Hey.

Where's your happy pal?

Back at the ranch.

I wanna get drunk.

Wanna get drunk?

I like tequila.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Some?

- Real men don't, right?

- Texas.

- What?

- Nothing.

You wanna kiss me, right?

Watch it, cowboy.

Okay?

Sorry, ma'am.

- Just slow down.

- Okay.

- I'm a nice girl, ya know?

- I know.

What's wrong?

Umm...

I'm not really experienced.

Really?

Swear to God.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

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