Glory Road Page #2

You talk a good game. Hill.

I didn't come here to find a player

I could sit on the bench.

I intend to start you -

start NCAA Division One ball.

What is it with you, mister?

I've accepted it. What are you smoking?

I ain't smoking nothing, son.

Now, you just told me about a big old

dream you have. I can let you play.

I can help you make your dream come true

faster than a twister'll take your socks off.

You talk funny.

So do you.

You gonna let a black player play

from the get-go?

I don't see color. I see quick.

I see skill, and that's what you have.

And that's what I'm putting on the court.

So, what is this team, anyway?

All right, that New York recruiter.

Hilton White.

He's got three boys up there now.

They're just playground kids.

He said they could play with anybody.

Every one of these players

you're looking at is colored, Don.

How many are you recruiting?

We need seven players on this team

who can put it in the hole and rebound.

Now, if they're colored, well, fine.

Well, then now. Coach.

let me try to paint you a little picture.

There are no coloreds playing

Division One basketball in the South.

Not in the SEC, not in the ACC

and not in the SWC.

But you go and put seven of 'em

on our team.

Am I losing my hearing?

Do I need a darn hearing aid?

No. Ross. I intend to win.

Shoot. You carrying on like Negroes

gonna be the future of basketball.

Could you imagine that?

There are rules. Unwritten rules.

You play one at home, two on the road

and three if you're losing.

Lord have mercy. Loadin' up

on Negroes, that just ain't done.

You gonna put your career at risk.

my career at risk and Moe's career at risk.

If that wasn't bad enough, we ain't

even got enough gas money to get home.

Ain't it lucky you don't got

to worry about that?

'Cause you'll be out on the first bus

to New York tomorrow.

You're sending me there for schoolyard

players? You gotta be out of your mind.

And who's paying for all this.

if you don't mind me asking?

You wanna win, you gotta

recruit. That's how the big boys do it.

It was a good game, man.

Hey, kid, you got a minute?

Mama baked a pie. One piece left.

it's got my name all over it.

Hey, kid, you got a minute?

- You know that guy?

- What? No.

Kid, you got a minute?

Run. Run!

Hey, Charlie!

Hey. Mama. You're not gonna believe

what just happened to me and Alvin.

Almost got jumped

by a couple of crackers.

I'm just dying for a piece of that...

-...pie.

- Ma'am, this pie is so good.

it makes me mad at my mama.

This is Mr., Haskins.

He come all the way from El Paso, Texas.

He want you to play basketball

on a scholarship.

Texas? To get lynched?

Now. El Paso's not like the rest of Texas.

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