Glory Road Page #5

All-State. 19 boards a game.

Starting forward.

Whoo!

- Go. Miners.

- That's it. Jerry.

Harry Flournoy.

Gary. Indiana.

United Steel Mill day shift.

The starting forward.

Back to the cows. Jethro.

Come on. Flournoy, get that.

Get it. Flournoy. Get it, get it!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Throw the ball, come on!

- Hey, hold the basket still, bite-size.

- Orsten, shut your tusk! Cager! Cager!

Get off me.

Cager! Cager!

Downtown. Willie, take it downtown!

Oh!

- You moved the basket!

- Advantage black man, for once.

What? What, farm boy? What?

Hold up! Get over here!

This is just another example

that knuckleheads

come in all sizes, shapes and colors.

You're pitiful. Pitiful!

Messing around down here

like a bunch of kindergarten kids.

Now, you get this place cleaned up

and try to act like you got some sense.

- You think you can do that?

- Yeah.

You son of a gun. You got David Lattin

to come here and play basketball.

It's David Lattin.

I used to read about him in the paper.

How in the world did you swing that?

Ooh-whoo!

Whoo-wee!

How you doin', brother?

Should have left your hand out.

Might have gave ya a tip.

Man. I'll bust that big ox

upside his head.

Worsley.

You know it'd take three men your size

to rip that boy's picture in half.

My old man wants me working

on that farm.

He thinks playing basketball

is a waste of time.

I think different.

- You the new players?

- Yeah, that's right.

- You don't look like much to me, guys.

- Whoa, whoa. Easy, bro.

- You lookin' at the new Mighty Miners.

- Mighty Miners?

You're at a hole-digging college.

A commuter school.

Playing for a girls' basketball coach.

The Mighty Miners. Ha-ha!

That's funny.

What is he talking about.

girls' basketball coach?

You're here to learn fundamental.

disciplined defensive basketball.

Now, that means discipline

both on and off the court.

No girls.

No booze. No late nights.

Nothing besides fundamental basketball.

I speak, you listen.

I don't wanna hear "can't" or "won't"

or "Coach. I'm bleeding."

I don't wanna hear anything

except the basketball bounce.

You play basketball my way.

My way's hard.

Especially if your guard's wearing a skirt.

What's the matter?

You got mud on your feet?

Move those feet! Get down, get low, son!

Come on, come on!

Now, we do not play defense standing up!

Get your butt down!

Lower! Make it uncomfortable!

There you go.

What's the matter, son?

Your skirt bothering ya?

Come on, come on. Lattin, go hard!

Lock him down.

You in my office!

Shed, what was that?

You let him put his armpits in the rim.

Are you kiddin' me?

We do not back down here, ever!

You own this part of the court!

And. Lattin. I said no dunking.

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