My All-American Page #5

It's too dark.

It's an acceptance letter.

From Texas.

What? How'd that happen?

I applied and was accepted.

Well, what about your plans to go to CU?

No. You and I are part of a bigger plan.

Well, ye... I know. But I

didn't know you were gonna...

No, Spanish is my major. They have

the biggest department in the country.

I thought your parents said there

was no way they would ever let you...

- I am very persuasive. (laughs)

- Yes, you are.

- You're going.

- We're gonna have the best time in Austin.

- I can't wait to get started.

- Yeah?

- Texas!

- Yeah!

Whoo!

Gentlemen.

Impress me.

- (whistle blows)

- MAN:
Drop it!

Up! (whistle blows)

Come on. Move those feet.

You can do better than that.

Come on! Pop up!

Hope Coach is right about you.

- Yes, sir.

- (whistle blows)

(players grunt)

Better keep up with your

Colorado buddy, Mitchell.

- He's here because of you.

- (whistle blows)

(grunts)

Come on! Move those feet now!

CAMPBELL:
Come on,

Mitchell! Quit dogging it!

Nice hustle, Bobby.

You're doing great, buddy.

- (whistle blows)

- Steinmark, you're up!

Let's go! Come on! Let's see some hittin'!

- Let's go now!

- Set! Hut!

(players cheer)

CAMPBELL:
Who's next? Reynolds, go.

Nice pop for a Colorado boy.

Set! Hut!

There you go, Freddie. Good hit.

Ohh!

- (knocking)

- (door opens)

Hey. Want a burger?

No.

What's the matter?

My brother Mark joined the army.

(fist strikes bed)

Why are you so upset?

You ever hear of a little

place called Vietnam?

Yeah, but not everyone who

joins the army is sent there.

He's training to be a helicopter pilot.

I'm gonna get a beer at

the rectory. You wanna come?

- A beer at the rectory?

- Yeah.

Some priest named Father Bomar

invites the football players over

to get away, relax, have some brews.

A priest?

(scoffs)

Yes, altar boy, a priest.

(door closes)

They use the freshmen as cannon fodder.

Since we aren't eligible

until sophomore year,

they don't care how much

the varsity pounds us.

I'm worried about you getting hurt.

Me? I'm invincible. Never

been hurt in my life.

My roommates tell me that

football players are the targets

for every girl on this campus.

You can't possibly be worried about me.

Well, you were treated

special in high school.

And if you end up being a star on

the team, which I know you will,

they're gonna treat you like a god.

Oh, I can't see me

loving nobody but you

- Stop. Stop. That's too much.

- For all my...

- (muffled singing)

- (squealing)

Freddie!

They moved me to a more

advanced Spanish class.

Congratulations.

My teacher... very good-looking.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Jealous?

- Hey, captain.

Good to see you.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes