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Jerry is a challenge,

but football is the

only thing the boy has.

- You benched him.

- Yeah, I know I did.

He lost his way, but who

knows he won't figure it out.

Willard, your contract is up

after next year, isn't it?

If Baker becomes a distraction,

you have a remedy.

Don't you?

Kentucky Mobility

Center, may I help you?

Yes. One moment, please.

Travis Freeman.

Oh, good, you're back.

How did it go?

Waste of time.

I'm not going back.

Well, that's fine.

An hour there and an hour back,

and he walks out on the

woman after 15 minutes.

- And you say it's just fine.

- He didn't like her, Larry.

15 minutes, and the women

is supposed to be

his mobility coach,

assigned to him by the state!

Who else is going to teach

him how to get along?

- We'll figure it out.

- It's been almost three months

and he's barely left his room.

Mary, we have to talk about

a special school for the boy.

He's not ready for that.

- I'll teach him myself.

- No, you can't.

We have no experience with this.

No, and that's final.

Just hear me out for a second.

Yes, can I help you?

Mrs. Freeman,

I'm Patty Wheatley.

- Sorry?

- Travis's mobility coach.

Oh, I'm so sorry. We just never

expected to see you here.

Travis has

missed two appointments.

Where is he?

Well, he's in his bedroom,

but I'm afraid you've come all

this way for nothing.

Where's his room?

Travis? Is it in this way?

You know what? I'm afraid I'm going

to have to ask you to leave.

In accordance with the Individuals with

Disabilities Education Act of 1990,

the state Kentucky will

allow no disabled child

to be deprived of a

free public education.

I have not deprived

my son of anything.

- Mom.

- Travis, its okay.

- Hey, Travis, remember me?

- Oh, not you again.

- I'll be in my room.

- Well, we can start there.

- Miss Wheatley, hey.

- Whoa!

- His, uh, cane looks unused.

- Mom.

Does your husband stack his

dirty dishes in the bedroom?

- Well, of course not, but Travis...

- Why should you allow your son

- to treat your home like a pig sty?

- Because... oh!

Wow.

Do you do your own cleaning?

Because I don't really

care what it looks like.

Well, let's open a window.

Wow!

Oh, that's better.

Football player, huh?

You figure that

out all by yourself?

- What's that?

- Nothing.

Yeah. Well, listen up, pal.

You got two options here:

You can stay in your little,

safe, protected environment

or you can get up off

your sorry, little can

and figure out how to whip this.

It doesn't make any

difference to me.

Just don't waste my time.

Son of a...

Hey, well, you know what that

means, it's your Redhound report.

Get your teeth off my legs.

For the next 60 minutes,

I'll answer your calls

and tell you with just

three months till kickoff

whether this year's Redhound

Team has what it takes

to make the playoffs.

Here you are.

Oh, Ashley, thank you so...

you are a life-saver.

It's all right.

I also have your change.

- Oh, thank you, sweetie.

- You're welcome.

Oh, you need me to take

that sandwich into Travis?

No, no, I can take care of it.

His dad is taking him to

Lexington in a little bit and...

No, I would love for you

to take this into Travis.

I bet he'd like talking to you.

All right.

Travis?

Trav?

Trav.

Trav.

Hey, Trav! Oh, sorry.

Ashley?

Hey.

- Why are you here?

- No reason.

Nice hat.

- How are you doing?

- Just great.

Brought you some lunch.

I'm good, thank you.

I'm not hungry.

All right, well...

Thank you.

Oh, Travis, you smell so bad.

When is the last time

you showered?

Just get up, change your shirt.

Come on get up, get up.

Get up.

I think that's clean.

Here.

I need you

to give me the shirt...

Oh, um, yeah, I'm...

Um, just give me one second.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- How is Molly doing?

- Oh, uh, she's good.

She, um, says hi and she misses

you and sends her love.

- Really?

- No. Of course not, she's a brat, Travis.

- Uh-oh, someone's jealous.

- I'm jealous?

Yeah, because you

want to be a cheerleader.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Hmm?

- What's that?

- What?

I feel a breeze,

it's in my knees,

it's in my hips,

it's on my lips.

Bang, bang, ding, ding, come

on Redhounds, do your thing.

You better

knock it off, or else.

I could smack you.

Ready?

Dad? Ashley's here, sorry.

Ashley.

Guess who?

Opposite foot, opposite foot,

it's like kicking the can.

There you go, there you go. Now,

hold your arm out straight.

No, your cane arm out

straight, out straight.

Hold your arm out straight,

there you go.

Keep your head up,

keep your head up.

- What's the point?

- Keep your head up.

Opposite foot, there you go.

- Shirts on the right.

- Okay.

Pants are on the left.

Khakis and jeans,

feel the texture.

- Keep your arm out straight.

- Why?

You okay?

Yes, ma'am, arm out straight.

Arm out straight.

Let's go and find

the washer and dryer.

- Ow!

- Son of a gun.

- Keep your hand out.

- Sorry.

$16.50 is your change.

Would you mind counting

the bills out for me.

Sure.

That's ten, five and one.

Thank you.

So that's your school, huh?

Yeah.

Gonna miss it.

What about your senior year?

I guess I'll be going

to school for the blind.

- Is that what you want?

- Do I have a choice?

212 on your right,

213 on your left.

You can get your books

on audio tape.

Your teachers can give you

your the tests orally.

Hey, it's impolite to stand with your

back to the person who you're talking to.

Sorry.

Yeah. There won't be

anybody to guide you.

You'll be on your own.

Good, because I don't

want any special treatment.

No one's allowed in school on a

weekend without special permission.

Goodness, could've

sworn it was a Monday, my bad.

Well, this is your stop.

You're not gonna walk me in?

I have orders from Patty.

Good morning, Travis.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

- My man.

- Hey, what's up?

- How you're doing?

- I'm good.

Why don't you take a picture,

it'll last longer.

Your first class is in what?

- 213?

- 213.

Should be right

here on the left.

- What class is this?

- Calculus.

- Where you are headed?

- I got sheet metal 101.

- What class is that?

- AP, pre-prison, taught by Duncan.

See what happens when

you're not around? Later.

Later.

Drixen runs up the gut,

no, it's a fake.

He's wide open.

Jerry overthrew him, bad.

What was that?

Cover somebody, you got

to cover somebody, son.

- Its cover three.

- Yes, sir.

Baker, my niece can throw a ball better

than that and she's only four years old.

You content to be the

backup now, is that it, huh?

Is Coach Farris

always this happy?

If he didn't yell,

he didn't like you.

All of you, what the heck

is wrong with you people?

Our first game is in ten days.

That's it!

I've had it with you all.

Suicide drill, coach,

run it now!

Let's go!

Line up on the goal line.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, on the hop.

Sounds like he really

likes the whole team.

- Travis, how're you doing? Ashley?

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