Hoovey Page #2

Good afternoon gentlemen.

My name is Ed Wilson.

You may call me Coach Wilson.

You may call me Coach W.

You will not however address me as Ed.

And under no circumstances will

anybody ever call me Mr. Ed.

A team is defined as a group

comprised of individuals

united in the pursuit of a singular goal.

And this definition is best summarized

in a two letter pronoun.

And that word serves as the foundation

and the code of this team.

The word is "we"!

Five men represent fifteen and their coach

every second of every game.

Fifteen represent a school of a thousand.

That thousand represent

a thousand families,

their town, their nation.

"We"!

I've got fifteen uniforms.

Every one of then-rs available.

Let's see who wants them.

Alright... let's go. Baseline!

Hit it, hit it!

Hit it... let's go... let's go.

Annie Linn? Is that you?

You're bigger. Taller I mean.

Well, I am a sophomore.

Why is it just last

year you were a freshman?

Nice glasses.

Hey... can I ask you something?

Umm... sure.

Why does everybody call you Hoovey?

I got my arm stuck in a Hoover

vacuum cleaner when I was three.

You laugh... do you know

how dramatic that was?

And then getting stuck

with a name like this...

I'm damaged good kid.

Eric's better. It has more "gravitas."

See you around Eric.

"Gravitas."

County Fire Unit 982,

we have a serious injury

collision on Highway 51

at East Gate 50 North.

Trauma Unit for male

teenage driver on route.

To repeat, Trauma on route for

male Caucasian age 16 years old.

Everyone...

Glen... Jimmy!

Door's jammed Jeff!

Get the spreaders!

Everybody else... back!

I've got a pulse!

He's breathing!

It's burnt through.

When I peel that head... don't be late.

Hit that flame the second

it opens or I'm burned.

How about Austin coach?

Whoa whoa whoa!

Now now you boys know I

don't comment on tryouts.

Well how about the new guy?

Any comment on him?

Like... who he is?

Yeah. He's uh... he's my nephew.

He's going to be staying

with me for awhile.

Boy had a little trouble at home.

He goes in for the layup...

and... rejection!

That's not how it looked from my end.

No no no no...

it was the new guy's first

day at Scooter school...

Hey Eric.

Eric! Huh?

Gravitas Scooter... gravitas.

You're welcome.

I owe you an apology.

It's a stupid joke.

It was a REALLY stupid joke...

but a good one! I

laughed the entire run.

Us guys... sometimes I just

wish we weren't so stupid.

Hmmm...

Why didn't you tell me you

wanted to be in the play?

I didn't even know you tried out.

I know.

Jen? I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Mmm... that depends on the

make and model of the

aforementioned vehicle.

Well I don't make

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