Glory Road Page #4

Hey!

You want me to fill this thing up?

I called his coach, but he run me off.

I still got one more roll of these dice.

though.

And one more little thing, Don.

I had a little misunderstanding here.

Do you think you could wire me

another hundred dollars?

Where on earth's this coach taking us?

I don't think we're even

on earth anymore, brah.

- Say. Willie.

- Yeah.

- You got a dime?

- For what?

I gotta call my mama.

Tell her I'm an astronaut.

Looks like we're the first black men

on the moon.

What's this dead stuff

on the side of the road?

Players from last year's team

trying to crawl back to New York.

We driving into hell, plain and simple.

El Paso. Texas! Ain't no place like it.

Big ol' west Texas sun shining down

about 330 days a year.

Yes, sir, you're in God's country now.

If this is God's country, obviously

the good Lord don't want no neighbors.

Say, man.

this place looks like Bonanza.

Hey, look, just smile at 'em

and say "howdy."

Howdy.

To him you gotta say "hole-ah."

Like this, see.

Hole-ah!

- Man, what this "hole-ah" mean?

- It means. "Hello. Puerto Ricans."

You've signed some black players, Don?

That's right.

Seven of them?

I'm not sure that all the boosters

are gonna like it. All right?

It's a little different

than what they're used to.

You hired me to put a team together -

that's what I'm doing.

No, Don.

I hired you to ride herd

on the athletic dorm.

I've got a little more

than I bargained for.

Those our new teammates?

Ross said things

were gonna be different.

Doesn't look like he was kidding.

- I ain't never seen one of them before.

- One what?

One of them - a colored.

You've gotta get off the farm more.

I'll have some of that and some of this

and some of that.

- Save a brother some scraps.

- Back off, midget.

Who you calling midget?

You big-toothed clown.

Grab your red hat and lantern

and get back on the front lawn.

I'll let you know

when the full-sized men are done eating.

Easy, choppers. I seen Pontiacs with

smaller grilles than those teeth of yours.

- Taco, nacho, burrito?

- No. I'm looking for hot dog-o.

Taco, nacho, burrito?

No, no. Hot dog-o.

Hot dog-o.

Nacho?

What are you lookin' at?

Ain't you never seen a black man before?

Yeah. I've seen plenty of folks like you.

So, are you from Harlem?

- You think all blacks are from Harlem?

- Are all of you from Mayberry?

- Take it easy. He didn't mean nothin'.

- Mind your business, man.

Hey, look, guys. My name's Togo Railey.

I'm from El Paso.

Where y'all from?

Bobby Joe Hill, from Detroit.

Yeah. I'm Willie Cager. South Bronx.

Forward.

Jerry Armstrong. Eagleville. Missouri.

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