Little Giants Page #2

Never try out for anything again.

- Take her easy, coach.

- Hey, Ross.

Kevin.

- What the hell are you doing?

- I'm putting together a championship team.

Did you see the faces of

the other kids?

Football isn't about faces.

It's about speed, about talent.

I picked the best.

Besides, I only got three weeks.

- I can't waste my time with...

- Losers.

- Butz.

- Who the hell are you, Vince Lombardi?

This is peewee football.

- Every kid should have a chance to play.

- Not on this team.

What about Becky?

She's better than those boys.

I hate to break it to you,

but Icebox is a girl.

If you treat her like a girl,

she'll act like one.

- Don't tell me how to raise my daughter.

- Don't tell me how to pick my squad.

Way to go, Kevin.

You hurt their feelings.

- Danny...

- You hurt their feelings.

You and I both know

those kids can't cut it.

What am I supposed to do, lie to them?

Build up their hopes?

Trust me. It's better this way.

You'll thank me tomorrow.

I knew you'd see it my way.

God bless family, friends...

...flowers, Nickelodeon,

all the little kitties...

...PEZ, Mr. Lorenzo, the school janitor...

His ears are so hairy.

- He's an unfortunate man, Priscilla.

- God bless Daddy's favorite sport, football.

- Amen.

- Amen, baby.

- Amen.

- Dig in.

I still don't understand

why you didn't pick Becky.

- Yes, you do, Karen.

- It's not good enough, Kevin.

She's your niece, and she's one

of the best players out there.

- Yeah, and she can make boys cry.

- Honey, she's a girl.

And girls can run countries...

...they can sit on the Supreme Court,

they can discover radium...

...but they can't play peewee football.

- Correct.

- Oh, Kevin.

All right. Maybe I went a little too far.

Maybe I've been a little...

- Pigheaded? Chauvinistic, maybe.

- All right. You proved your point.

I think Becky should be

involved with the team.

- Really?

- Yeah, or any girl.

Debbie, get your friends.

I need girls with spirit.

- I need pom-poms. I need cheerleaders!

- Yes!

I hate not being picked.

Hey, I got an idea.

Why don't we go put some

mud tires on the go-cart?

- I don't want to.

- All right. Forget the tires.

How about if we go camping

in the woods, huh? Make moose sounds?

Forget the moose sounds.

Listen, Beck...

...remember when Mom said that she was

gonna have to do what was best for her?

Well, when she chose to leave us

she was kind of making a choice for us too.

I mean, in a way, it gave us a chance

to get real close, you and me. Right?

When Uncle Kevin didn't pick you

it was the same thing...

...because, in a way, he freed

you up for something else.

Or to do something different

where you could do the picking.

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