Greater Page #11

You tell me to do it, and I'll do it.

Good.

So, after that gut's gone, we gotta

put all that weight back on,

except this time, it's gonna be muscle.

A whole lot of muscle,

that means a whole lot of work.

- You up for it?

- Yes, sir. All the way.

Come on, let's see where we're at.

Atta boy, son.

No more biscuits and gravy.

Hey! Hey! There you go.

You almost had it. Hey! Listen.

If I could teach my son how to walk,

I can teach you these steps.

You can do it.

- To the line. To the line.

- Let's go. Pick it up.

Come on, Burlsworth.

Come on, Brandon!

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on. Hey, if you

wanna be a Razorback, you gotta earn it.

You can do this, come on,

keep flying. Come on!

Come on, Brandon.

How bad do you want it?

Move them feet.

That's pretty good.

Come on, come on, let's go,

let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Finish, finish, finish!

Atta boy. Hey, watch it, big boy.

You're gonna hurt me now.

- He's looking pretty good, right?

- He is.

Dude, just walk on the grass.

Hit it, hit it!

You're a big boss, move that sled!

Way to move it, Brandon!

- Atta way, Burlsworth.

- He's good.

There is no tomorrow!

You let the turd beat you.

See what the scale says. Hop on up.

Yoo-hoo!

- We did it, coach.

- Yes.

- You're amazing.

- Yes, sir.

- Pull your pants up, Brandon.

- Oh, sorry.

They broke the mold after you,

Burlsworth, that's for sure.

Burlsworth!

Burlsworth, you're up.

Come on, son.

Man, if this dude ever played

in a real game,

I'm gonna be All-American.

Listen, you're not gonna beat 'em,

he's best we got,

and you just lost all that weight.

But, if you remember your steps,

he won't embarrass you.

Yes, sir.

All right then, let's line it up.

Set.

Okay, let's try that again.

Hey, Ward!

Hey Ward, you suck.

Come on, do it again, Brandon.

Do it again.

- Shut up!

- Ward got beat by a walk-on.

Come on, Brandon. Let's go.

Let's go, Brandon.

Set.

Ward, let's go. Kill him, kill him.

- Man, get off me.

- Whoo, let's go.

Get off me, man.

- Get off!

- Atta boy, Brandon!

What is wrong with you?

You just got your butt kicked

by a walk-on.

Coach, I've played against walk-ons.

That is no walk-on.

Hey, coach.

It's too bad we're passed our limit.

Limit for what?

Scholarships.

You suck, Ward.

Hey, bro, you wanna grab a bite?

- Uh, with you?

- Yeah with me, turd.

Come on, go get dressed. It's on me.

Yeah, okay.

Big.

- Wow.

- What's up, Brandon?

- What's up, man?

- Hey, Brandon.

- Hey, B.

- Um, this is Jan.

She's a Kappa.

Grant, can... can I speak to you please?

Me?

Yes, you.

Okay.-

- What's up?

- You didn't tell me this was a date.

It's not a date, okay?

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