Balls Out: The Gary Houseman Story Page #4

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I remember that he had a student

videotape some of the matches.

That would be great.

Jenny, grab the sun tea off the porch

and pour Gary a glass.

Down! Down! Get off!

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, Jenny,

I know how much you love tennis.

And I just want you to know

that if you ever want to hang around

at practice like you used to,

or if you need a ride home, or anything,

just let me know.

I don't love tennis.

You at least like it, though, right?

I like watching it, I guess.

But I don't really play.

Volleyball's more my sport.

- Court or sand?

- Court.

I'm more of a sand man, myself.

In fact, I was partying with the Dominican

sand team down in Cabo a few years ago,

and we were just completely

out of our minds on mescaline,

and these two little nymphos walked by

and they were like,

"Show us your c*cks!" You know.

I'm sorry, Jenny, that was probably not

the most appropriate story right now.

So do you play on the volleyball team?

I played in junior high,

but I'm not good enough for varsity.

Thanks.

Are those Coach Tuttle's dogs?

Yes, they are. Were.

They're quite a handful,

always knocking me down.

They're just so big.

May I pet them?

Whether it was on the court or off the court,

Coach T. Always had time for his kids.

No matter if they were in his class,

on his team,

or just needed someone to talk to,

Coach T. Always made them a priority.

If they needed him, he was there.

He was unique, and he was an original.

I want to thank you all for being here today.

Please sign the memorial book

on your way out.

This will conclude our service.

I remember the first time that I saw Coach T.

He was on the court,

his beloved boys gathered around him.

My God, what a presence!

Next day, I met him.

He told me this was his year.

With this group of boys,

he would end the 20-year drought

and bring home the Ark of the Covenant,

the elusive Nebraska state tennis title.

Like Moses, Coach T. Will not see

the promised land with earthly eyes.

But I want him to know

that we will fight the good fight.

And with the help of his guiding spirit,

we will bring home the state trophy

to West High

where Coach always knew it belonged.

God bless you, Coach T.

We will always...

We will always...

God damn you, heaven, you son of a b*tch!

We're gonna miss the sh*t out of you,

you old man!

He was a good man.

Maybe the best.

I love Mike.

I boss tennis.

What?

I have...

bandana.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I'm Gary, the new tennis coach.

May I borrow Mike for a few minutes?

Yes. Mike...

Yes.

Yes.

- She's really hot.

- Yeah.

- What's her name?

- Miss Sanchez. She's from Argentina.

- You banging her?

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