Necessary Roughness Page #4

l'll respect your wishes,|but it's your responsibility.

Right.

Set! Hut!

Oh, McKenzie!

Check him out.

- He's still breathing.|- Some room, some room, guys.

How do you like that? He held|onto the ball. Get him some pads.

Pads could hurt his game.

Excuse me?

- Will the lectures cover everything?|- How should l know?

Well, aren't you the professor?

Sweetheart, that's not the prof.|That's the bloody quarterback!

Excuse me.|You don't teach athletics?

l don't think|l ever used the word 'teach'.

Fine. Have a seat, Mr...?

Blake. Paul Blake.

- Good morning, Mr Blake.|- Morning, Mr Blake.

Good morning.

Some of you may think|this is a coaster's class.

lf so, you're in the wrong room.

On the other hand, if you have|any problems, just come to me.

l'm here to help you, OK?|This is Journalism 1 01 .

Suzanne.

Suzanne?

Dr Carter, please.

Look...l didn't mean|to mislead you yesterday.

Well, yes, l did. lt's just that...

You were embarrassed. Let's get|one thing straight, Mr Blake.

Paul.

lt's admirable that a man|your age has the courage

to offer your body up|to the football gods.

l don't give special treatment,|so wear a helmet

and save a few brain cells for my class.

l guess this is a bad time|to ask you out?

- You want to see me? l have a class.|- That's why l want to see you.

Please have a seat.

lt's about you taking over|Journalism 1 01 .

Last year, the jocks nicknamed it|'Schmooze the News'.

They thought it was a pushover.

l wondered why so many guys|named Bubba signed up.

Don't worry.|l don't give free rides, Dean.

Phillip. And l don't give|free rides either.

Hold all calls.

You're a special person|here at TSU, l mean that.

Harvard, ''The Washington Post'',|yet you chose to come back to me.

l meant to say 'us'.

That's why you won't disappoint|someone who sees a future in you...

...Suzanne.

- That's very nice.|- Yes, l know.

- Sometimes l can be nice.|- l'm so late. Excuse me.

Even in these past few days...|Something of a kinship!

And l know you feel it, too.

This thing about to happen here|is really funky.

Check out a supernova.

That's an explosion that|jacks up a star's luminosity

to 1 0 to 45th power joules, and|when that happens, cop some shade!

l know what you're thinking:|''Will this help me get a job?''

No. But they made me watch|this film, so now you must.

Class over! Get out!

Next time, chapter 8 on gravitation.

Mr Paul Blake. The Armadillos' man.|l've been reading about you.

What is your interest|in Celestial Mechanics?

- lt was either this or Home Ec.|- You took the easy way out, huh?

On the farm, you spend nights|staring at the sky.

- What for? Praying for rain?|- Something like that.

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