Greater Page #9

This ain't a fantasy camp.

He's a walk-on.

Stick a blocking dummy in his hand.

We got two weeks

before the season starts,

Everybody on my line

is gonna get a chance, coach.

We just might find a diamond

in the rough.

You looking for diamonds,

go to Murfreesboro, okay?

Work with the ones

who can help us, Mike, please.

- Come on, man.

- Come here.

- Let's go five steps...

- Sixty-four, 69, and 42.

I want you to report

to coach Ford, right now.

The rest of you,

you're gonna be redshirtin'.

That means no ball this year.

You're gonna be on the scout team.

But, coach, I mean... what about us?

Well, all the walk-ons that are left

are gonna be redshirtin', too.

But coach. Redshirt?

You saying that, we don't even get

a chance to get a scholarship this year?

Scholarship?

Um, oh, boy.

Not easy getting a scholarship.

But what you are doing is helping

the team get ready every week.

And in that regard you are invaluable,

so I want you to hold your heads high.

All right, now let's call it up.

Let's go, baby. Bring it up, bring it up.

Way to work today, way to work.

"Ours" on three. One, two, three.

- Ours!

- Hey, freshman, put that up for me.

Coach? Coach Bender.

I really need to earn a scholarship

before the end of this year.

Are you telling me you're not gonna

even give me a real shot?

Listen...

you stick with it, we're gonna let you

dress out for the last game.

But, after that, my final cuts

for spring go on next year.

We don't got a lot of room,

so if you don't make it,

we're gonna need that uniform back.

- Okay.

- Listen, Brandon.

You should be real proud of yourself

for what you've been able

to accomplish so far.

I am.

- Man, we sucked.

- Man, stop depressing yourself.

We got a party to go to tonight,

you should be happy.

You coming, Shamu?

Oh, wait, that's right. You don't drink.

- I got something to do.

- Yeah, I bet you do.

Please don't do that.

That's your man.

Really?

Oh. That's cold.

Woo.

Don't fall over

going back to the bed, fatty.

You're pathetic, man.

Unbelievable.

Yo, man,

I swear that dude is a trip.

He's like an OCD poster child.

Hey, you've gotta kind

of admire it, though.

You know he recopies his notes

in class every night?

Man, come on, Ward. Get out of his stuff.

I mean, if he found

so much of a nickel on a paper,

he'll buy his Wal-Mart stock with it.

You should be buying SlimFast with it.

That's what I'm saying. Fellas.

Has he gone even a single week without

running back home to his mama?

No, of course not. Because he's got to go

tell her all the naughty things we say.

Man, I swear, I think that kid's a robot.

You know he follows the exact

same schedule every single day?

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