Friday Night Lights

It's Mojo Radio back on the air.

Slammin' Sammy here.

Football time in Texas.

Let's go to the phone.

We got, uh, Butch on the line with us.

Butch, what about it?

We'll have a great year, or what?

- How you doin'?

- Good, Butch. Tell me about this season.

We're gonna have

a hell of a season this year.

Winchell's gonna take us all the way.

- Deep slant tripps stacked right?

- Primary receiver's inside flanker.

- Z burst.

- My linemen are an 80 pass block.

- How deep is your drop?

- Five steps.

Five steps.

Tripps stacked left?

- Inside eight-yard curl.

- You gonna get a scholarship?

- Yes, Mom.

- Z receiver.

It's Mojo Radio, Slammin' Sammy,

and I've got Jerry on the line

with us from the Sonic down there.

Jerry, there's a lot of talk

that Coach Gaines,

with that $60,000 a year salary...

I know where we're goin' with this.

He makes a little bit more than

the principal of the school.

I read the book... Just last week,

I was readin' this book about Babe Ruth,

and they asked him

if he deserved his salary...

way back in 1910... 04, whatever it was,

and he said, Hey, you know...

They said, You make more

than the president.

He says, well, you know,

can the president hit a baseball?

I'm tellin' you right now,

you know, Coach Gary Gaines,

they could give him $100,000 a year,

and if these boys go undefeated,

it's worth every single dollar.

I tell you what, the principal, uh, of

Permian don't get 28,000 people...

I got two to three seconds of rotation

and my linemen are an 80 pass block.

Wide receiver?

He runs the... burst route.

If he sees cover two, he...

he bends outside, eight to 12 yards.

20 yards, and runs

straight to the sideline.

Are you ready for this, Mike?

Yo. Ivory!

Ready to work?

- 'Sup, Boobie?

- State.

State? State?

- State. State.

- State.

Where your girlfriend at, Water Bug?

- Well...

- We ain't got a girlfriend yet?

Come on. Let's go. Snap it up.

You wanna know why you

ain't got a girl yet, Water Bug?

- Why?

- You got the wrong shoes on, man.

You got on white Adidas.

Everybody know the shoe is Nikes.

Nothin' holds a nickel next to Nike.

Ask Ivory. Ask Preacher Man.

What kind of shoes

on your feet don't matter.

Come on, Preacher. Bullshit!

- Don't matter at all.

- You know God made black beautiful.

God made Boobie beautiful,

black and strong.

His mouth keeps gettin'

bigger and bigger and bigger.

And when Boobie knocks some fools out,

Boobie gonna knock 'em out with

black Nikes on his feet. Ain't that right?

I could knock you out

in a pair of flip-flops.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna knock 'em out

with Nikes on my feet,

and I'm gonna smile when I do.

Let's go. Five minutes. Let's go.

Get up. Let's go.

How y'all doin' up there?

Y'all doin' all right?

45, Boobie...

That's my nephew out there.

The boy can play some football.

I'm telling you.

I think he'll win the

Heisman Trophy someday.

The Heisman, really?

- Oh, yes sir. You can bet on it.

- I got it. I got it.

- Who's you guys' favorite player?

- Boobie Miles.

He can spin left. He can spin right.

Don't make no difference.

He can block, tackle,

score the touchdown, snap the ball,

hold the snap

and kick the extra point.

Hell, the boy will fill up

the Gatorade cooler,

walk the dog,

and paint your back porch.

I'm telling you, that boy

can flat out play football.

Ow! And he can pass!

- Should we believe the hype?

- What hype?

- The hype about Boobie Miles.

- No, hype is something that's not for real.

I'm all real.

- I'm Chris Comer. I'm a running back.

- So that means you're Boobie's backup?

I'm actually Boobie's backup backup.

I'm third string right now.

- You know which way you're supposed to run?

- Yeah, with strong right...

I ain't talkin' about the play.

I know what the play was, okay?

I know what the play was, okay?

Odessa's a small town, and, uh,

if you screw up,

everybody knows about it.

Your dad played at Permian. What's

it like to be the son of a local legend?

Hold on to the damn ball, Donnie!

Next question.

- There it goes. There it is.

- How are your grades, Boobie?

I get straight A's.

I'm an athlete.

- In what subject?

- There's only one subject. It's football.

- Ain't no other subject, you know?

- Hut!

Hang on to the ball. The ball.

You sure he's part of

your gene pool, Charlie?

Sh*t.

Red alert.

Red alert, everybody.

What about the expectations of coaching

a team like this in a community like this?

Well, I guess there's always

a surprise or two in every community.

Ball. Just concentrate on

hangin' on the ball. Both hands.

Hey, Donnie. Hey.

- Come here. Come here. What's the problem?

- Get off the field, Dad.

Why can't you hold on to the football?

What's so goddamn hard

about holdin' on to it?

- I'm sorry.

- All you gotta do is...

...hold on to the goddamn football,

and you can't do it.

Tell me why you can't do it.

Just tell me. That's all I wanna know.

- I'll try better next time. Come on.

- Hey!

- Charlie.

- Don't you walk away from me.

Leave him alone.

Don't you walk away from me

when I'm talkin' to you, you hear me?

- Tell me why you can't hold on to the ball.

- Enough.

Tell me. Answer a question.

Mr. Billingsley.

- It's the first day of practice.

- This is practice. Seriously.

Enough. Charlie!

Embarrassin' me out here.

Jesus Christ.

It's all right, Don.

It's all right.

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