Draft Day Page #2

- Otherwise, you will be gone.

Hello?

Good morning, Mr. Sonny Weaver Jr.

It's your number one

fan, Vontae Mack.

Vontae, how'd you get this number?

You gave it to me. At the Combine.

It's all right if I called?

That's all right.

It doesn't matter.

Vontae, the Draft doesn't

start until 8:
00.

Where are you? New York?

Naw, man.

They wanted me up

there at Radio City,

but I wanted to be here in

Virginia with my grams.

Since she old, she

can't make that trip.

So?

Who you picking?

If I was you,

I'd take a lightning-quick

middle linebacker

who can murder the gaps in a 3-4.

Totally agree.

You got Reggie Wilson's

number down there in Purdue?

Now, I really don't

find that funny.

Yeah, it's funny, Vontae. You're

just not feelin' it right now.

Look, there's gonna be a lot of ups

and downs before this is all over.

Try and keep a sense of humor.

I ain't stupid.

You don't take me at seven,

I'll drop down to the late teens.

I watch the mock drafts!

I know who takin' who and I

can't afford to fall that far.

I can't take no

late-teens paycheck.

Vontae needs a seven-pick paycheck.

I got a gaggle of nephews

who need to get fed now.

I'm taking 'em tumblin'.

- Nephews, you love tumbling, yes or no?

- Yes!

See, that's the difference

between them and me.

I do not like tumblin'. Especially

if I'm tumbling 13 picks. Feel me?

Seventh pick...

Listen, I appreciate that,

Vontae, I really do.

- But I gotta go.

- Seventeen or 18...

Then I got tax...

Y'all ready to go?

Yes!

- Y'all ready to tumble?

- Yes!

- Yes?

- Yes!

That's what I want!

Hello?

Sonny. Earl Jennings.

- Hey, Earl. You're with your boy today?

- Yeah.

You guys in the Big Apple?

Listen, Sonny.

It's none of my business who

you draft today, all right?

Ray will play for

whoever wants him.

But if you're thinkin'

of pickin' him...

I need you to know that

I raised Ray right.

C'mon, Earl. I know

what the papers say.

I'll have him explain it to you.

What's goin' on, Mr. Weaver?

First of all,

I'm not in a gang.

The guys that were with

me, I grew up with them,

I've known 'em since I was a kid.

But the dudes we ran into,

they were big dudes,

and they came at us.

What was I supposed to

do, just stand there?

Well, they say you whooped

on that kid pretty good, Ray.

He's still in the hospital.

He's not a kid.

None of 'em were.

They were grown men.

They should have known

better, Mr. Weaver.

Well, that's not the point.

Did you hurt your hands?

You need your hands, Ray.

I know.

I just lost my head.

Did you find it?

Yes, sir.

Well, good. Now hold on

to it, you understand me?

Yes, sir.

Enjoy today, Ray.

You only get drafted once.

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