Any Given Sunday Page #3

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

It's just moving so fast.

Believe me when I tell you this.

You can only get better.

And you don't have to worry about

getting the hook...

...because I got no one left.

I'm playing like sh*t.

I ain't playing like myself.

You know how to play.

You played this game your whole life.

You know what I'm saying?

You grew up in Dallas, right?

So maybe you're back in Dallas

right now.

You're home, you're enjoying yourself.

You're back in the 'hood just before

your mama calls you in for dinner.

I say, "Go to the Buick.

Turn around, I'll throw it to you."

-Remember that?

-Something like that.

What I'm saying is,

you gotta forget it all.

The crowd, the audibles,

the goddamn playbook.

Just focus on this next one pass.

Go to the Buick. Turn around.

Turn around.

Enjoy it.

That's what you're here for.

Slot. Throw it.

Forget the whole goddamn playbook.

Just focus on this one next pass.

He's got it! He's got it!

Touchdown, Sanderson!

And what a feeling it must be

for young Willie Beamen.

It's his first AFFA touchdown.

And it looks like the Sharks

are back in the ball game.

Let's kick some extra point, dog.

Let's get off the field.

Where did we find this guy, Johnny?

I think Arnie spotted him

before he left.

D'Amato's gotta go for it. If he gets

firs t down, he can run out the clock.

-What's with these plays?

-I can't get in his face.

Tell him he's gotta take a chance.

-I'm doing my best.

-Turn up the volume!

Red Beats Read.

They're giving us the flat.

-Let's run smoke and throw.

-They're looking for the pick.

I'm not taking any chances,

not with this ballerina.

Third down and five.

They're screaming for him to dump it.

It's wide open.

I know this coach. He's a prick.

This is a setup. I've seen this.

We'll run it again.

Let's do it!

Let's do Deuce Left 22....

Run the same play?!

All the Sharks have to do

is hold on to the ball.

It's money time! Give me five!

We home and dry and flying high.

Let the D win it, J-man.

We don't need no first down.

That's why you don't score

with the ladies!

Same play. Same play.

On two!

Call time-out. They're stacked up

against the run.

Time-out's for TV. Negative.

Fumble!

He fumbled!

Loose ball! Minnesota 's got it.

How stupid! How selfish!

Julian Washington fumbles the ball!

In your face!

You wonder if the million-dollar

bonus when he reaches 1500 yards...

...didn't play in to that one.

That's right, Kev. And now D'Amato's

lost four games in a row.

Two hands!

With two hands, you showboat!

Honey, please don't feel too bad.

We lost once.

All of a sudden...

...one of these real tall gentlemen...

...jumped up so high...

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