Rebound Page #2

At point guard,

we've got Ralph.

The kid has got

four older brothers, okay?

All of them

were all-star athletes.

I mean, the pressure

to succeed is tremendous.

Returning as small forward

is the player with the best attitude...

and the worst vision.

Last year, he held the record

for the most balls to the face.

- Luckily, this year, he has a solution.

- And a new nickname, Annie.

Everyone's

callin' the kid Goggles.

Rounding out

the starting five is Fuzzy.

Now, we have

high expectations for the kid.

I mean, word on the street

is that he's been bulking up...

specifically

for this season.

And, of course, the coach of

our intrepid team and home ec teacher...

Mr. Newirth.

While he's never coached before

or even played the game of basketball...

he proved to the administration he was

exactly what they were looking for.

Oh, yeah? How?

- He volunteered for the job.

- Okay.

Get a shoe contract yet,

One Love?

- Not yet.

- Bam!

Your deal.

Court's free.

You little guys wanna warm up?

What for?

Want a cookie?

- You spit on this?

- No.

- All right.

- Game nine, and the pressure is on.

But you couldn't tell by looking at the calm,

confident faces of the Smelters...

easily the best 0-8 team

in the league...

hungry to avenge

their nail-biting loss last week.

86 to zero.

In which the Smelters were subjected

to several hundred bad calls.

Break!

Okay.

One Love's cutting! One Love's open!

One Love is open!

One Love has the ball!

Here! Pass it!

Right here, Keith! Right here!

Keith!

- Man, what's he doing?

- I don't know.

Man, if we had Coach Roy, we'd never lose.

- Touchdown!

- Oh, here's the-

Ow!

All right, our next guest...

is looking to get back

into the game he loves, and this time...

he promises not to ruffle

any more feathers.

- Aw!

- Please welcome the former

head coach at Ohio Polytech...

Roy McCormick!

- Hey!

- How are ya?

Roy, you're a man of your word. You said you'd

come on the show when you were available.

And, brother,

you are really available now.

Well, you know, I'm weighin' my options.

I'm a free agent, baby.

My fans!

Word on the street is you couldn't

get a job right now fielding sheep.

Whoa!

Look, I wanna go somewhere where-

where the desire to win is just great, you know.

'Cause y'all know I'm a winner, and I-

I kind of wanna go back to my roots.

- That's what I want.

- You're a winner!

He's a winner, folks!

- That's right.

- Come with me.

Come on. I got a plan.

Come on.

- Anything yet?

- It's ringing.

- There?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'll get it. Stay.

- Whatever.

Man, this is a junior high.

I won three N.C.B.A. championships.

I mean, what do I gotta do?

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