Any Given Sunday Page #4

...and he just picked that thing

out of that air just like that.

And I thought your daddy....

I thought he'd have a heart attack.

He died because of this.

I don't want you to take anything

so seriously, honey.

-It's just a game, honey.

-Good night, Mother.

-Good night, darling.

-At least the dog still loves her.

Make sure she gets home, all right?

No stops.

Shall I wait up?

No, I'd be a lousy date tonight.

Don't forget I'm in Boston tomorrow

for 2 or 3 days.

It's a complicated deposition.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

Kick their asses.

Tomorrow morning, first thing.

Let it go, Willie.

You played strong.

I'm just sick of losing.

When you're my age,

you get used to it.

All right, everybody, listen up!

Played your hearts out there today.

No blame, nobody.

Let's take a knee. Father.

You and I have been in some tough

places together, haven't we?

I went to my playbook.

And the book says the rain falls

on the just and the unjust alike.

Now, we just lost four in a row.

That doesn't mean

that we're specially cursed.

Joy comes in the morning.

There are no atheists in foxholes.

Let's pray.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven...."

-How you doing, Rock?

-I felt like I was gonna die.

They went in and they sucked out. ..

...my L-5 disk.

It's no big deal.

-Did we win?

-They beat us by three.

What'd the kid throw?

Nine of 14 for 1 76.

TDs?

Two.

Holy moly!

I can beat this.

Cindy, will you please call that nurse?!

This doesn't work! I'm a football

player! They gotta pump up the volume!

Breathe.

Don't overachieve.

Even at 50% , nobody's better.

Playoffs...

...I'll be ready.

It's getting late. I'm gonna stop by

in the morning. You get some rest.

-Good night, Cindy.

-Good night.

Don't you give up on me.

You're like a son to me, Cap.

I'll fight for you till the day I die.

Willie Beamen, I don't believe you.

Your firs t big game on TV,

and you didn't let your own mama know!

Here it is right here.

No t that Willie didn't have some

nauseating moments of his own.

Poor guy!

Are you gonna start?

You could at least play first-string.

No, probably not.

Let's hope Willie Beamen

brings his Tums with him.

-You should be starting.

-Mom, I'm number three.

There ain't nothing

I can do about it.

You've been at this for 5 years!

Tell everybody I said I love them,

and I'll see them.

-I love you too, Willie.

-I love you.

Baby, she just wants the best for you.

Yeah, I know she does.

You did great!

You gotta wonder why D'Amato

would call that play...

... when J-man likes to pick his spot

when he runs.

Calling the same play twice?

What's that about?

There's a reason this team's

lost four games in a row.

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