When the Game Stands Tall Page #3

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I gotta mind my etiquette.

You're officially Captain Chris I'm-Gonna-

Break-the-State-TD-Scoring-Record now.

Well, at least the vote was based

on ability...

...not family connections, little Lad.

Like how I'm gonna be starting

wide receiver and not you?

Hey, man. It's cool. We'll see.

Oh, look out. Here comes the luckiest

cornhusker in Contra Costa County.

- Beasie!

- What's up?

- How's it going, fellas?

- Hey, girls.

My big man on the line.

- Gotta bring it for me.

- To the house.

- Okay.

- Okay, 0K9)'-

- I'm gonna go freshen up. Wanna come?

- Yes.

- How much fresher can she get?

- Too fresh for you.

Sassy.

Why do they do that? Go together.

- How did you get with her?

- She asked me out.

- She asked him out.

- Tell me you're jumping all over that.

No, we're- We're waiting.

- They're waiting.

- Yeah.

- For what?

- The big day.

We took a purity pledge.

Son. What's the name of the cult

that you're in?

Pleasant Hill Baptist.

That boy's taken one too many shots

to the head.

Sounds like all the other college offers.

- A nice house?

- Yeah.

The kids going to college for free?

What was I thinking?

Look, the players are handpicked,

self-motivated, smart...

...eyes fixed on their bright futures.

They don't need what I do, Bev.

They don't need a coach

who knows the game inside and out?

Who knows how to teach kids

to become honorable, accountable men...

...with self-worth?

Bob, you do it and I've watched you do it

brilliantly since I was 23 years old.

I wouldn't be helping anyone.

I mean, shouldn't it be easier?

Don't you deserve that?

I've seen the schedule

for college coaches.

You think it'd be easier, less grueling?

It would not.

You don't know. How do you know?

I just want you happy and healthy...

...and yeah, home every once in a while,

just playing football with your own kids.

Going for a stupid walk

for hot chocolate...

...maybe more than, you know,

twice a decade.

You- You're gonna get your record,

bro.

Even if Mickey has to steal it.

Forget about your dad.

You're 37 touchdowns away

from breaking a state record.

All right, it's about you.

Us.

- Our year.

- Our year.

- Hold them high, boys. Hold them high.

- T.K.

- What's up, big guy?

- To your year. Chris, you-

You're captain now. My man Danny

over here, he grew up on the team.

Has all the credit,

he doesn't need a title.

Kind of makes me wonder.

About what?

If it's gonna be your year,

or some other team's year.

- K, we haven't lost a game-

- I know, believe me.

I'm just saying, you guys gotta

open your eyes. You ain't ready.

On skills, you have half the team we did.

On attitude, most of y'all got big heads

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