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I can and I will. I'm the Athletic

Director, and my word is gospel.

- Gospel, huh? You sure about that?

- Yes, I am.

Travis Freeman will

not play football.

Okay, you all heard him. Oh,

by the way, who's your lawyer?

My... my...

my what, my lawyer?

In accordance with the Individuals with

Disabilities Education Act of 1990,

the state of Kentucky

is bound to offer an

equal opportunity to

participate in any school

sanctioned functions to any

child with a disability.

- Well, hang on a second.

- I will alert your principal

that your actions have put

your school in direct conflict

with the federal government,

and advise him to expect

the National Guard to shut and padlock

the school doors in the morning.

Now, hold on now.

I'm not breaking any laws.

We have regulations...

I, look, it's, uh...

If I were you, I'd clear my

schedule for the next few months.

You and your boss might be

spending time in jail.

Jail! You'll lock me...

No, hang on.

Every player needs this form.

I looked it up, this form signed by

his parents allowing him to play.

- I signed that already!

- Both. Both parents need to sign it.

Now, I believe that Mrs. Freeman

has the same doubts that I have.

Isn't that true,

Mrs. Freeman?

- Oh, that was a bad move.

- Excuse me?

Larry...

you got a pen?

Well, you folks will excuse us.

- Travis, coach, let's go.

- Thank you, Larry.

Come on, son.

Let's go. East west. Come on,

come on, come on, come on.

National Guard?

Padlocks?

Maybe I exaggerated a bit.

Trav!

Set! Hut!

You see? You see that?

It's a distraction, that was

the last thing these boys need.

You gonna let it happen?

I can't do nothing about it.

She said it's against the law.

She said it's some civil liberties

or civil something, it's bad.

All right, try it again.

- Where?

- Come back a little.

- Here?

- Yeah.

Let's go.

Down!

Set!

Hut!

- Come on Freeman.

- What?

Hut! Hut! Hut!

Get back in line,

you'll get it. You'll get it.

I mean, he can't

really play, right?

Good job, good job, good job.

- There you go.

- Put me in.

- Really?

- Yeah, put me in.

Right here?

Shoulder width. Yeah,

yeah, I got you lined up.

You're good. He is right

in front of you, all right?

Stay low.

You want to play center?

Well, get through me.

- Put that in the paper.

- I oughta take your head off.

- Come on!

- It can't happen in the game.

You coward!

You shut it too. That

just cost you 20 laps.

You too, Baker. Coach, you see they run

every inch, or they'll do it again.

- Yes, sir, coach.

- All right let's go.

He side-stepped you, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's it,

that's enough for today.

You take it in, go on.

Let's get two more in,

let's go, let's go, let's go.

Hey, coach.

You don't think he's serious

about Travis playing, do you?

- That's what he said.

- He's losing it.

I can't wait to

get to college ball.

- No cripple-charity there.

- Are you high?

Ain't nobody giving you

a damn scholarship.

Just watch me, loser!

They love me!

- I got three schools fighting over me.

- You're crazy.

- Are you that dense?

- What?

You know coach.

He says he's gonna

do something, he does it.

If Travis plays badly, the whole

offensive line looks bad.

- And if the line looks bad...

- Wait a minute.

Yeah, Travis better learned

how to play center,

or you can kiss

that scholarship goodbye!

What?

Psst. Hey, mouse knuckle.

- What, who is it?

- It's me, fool!

What?

- Jerry?

- Yeah.

What are you doing, man?

What time is it?

Don't worry about it,

get some clothes on.

- Grab your cleats. We're meeting somebody.

- Who?

You wouldn't believe me

if I told you.

- Geez!

- Easy, easy, easy.

Mind telling me

where you're taking me?

Jerry! Oh my gosh, clean out

your truck, this thing is nasty.

- Ashley.

- Hi.

- You know what's going on?

- No, not me, this is Jerry's idea.

I ain't gonna have you

looking like crap out there.

You're better than that.

You're going to get this

center thing down, tonight.

- Jerry...

- Let's go!

Is that moving?

Oh my gosh, that's moving!

- What's going on?

- Whoa, whoa!

- You guys are late.

- Cameron? What are you doing here?

I'm asking myself

the same thing.

Come on.

Hey, no beer tonight.

This is about him.

It's always about him.

Come on.

Farris is putting you in a game, so I

ain't going to let you make me look bad

by stinking up in the field.

Got it?

Aw, I think he kind of likes you.

Shut up, Baker!

First, Travis,

get in your stance.

Wider, you got to have room between

your legs for that snap. Come on!

- Hey!

- Whoa!

What, are you going

to teach him something,

you washed-up 2nd stringer?

All right.

Now look, Travis, you

got to use your feet.

Your feet need to be wider apart

than they normally used to.

Feel your balance

through your cleats.

Get down.

Now on the balls of your feet,

you're moving forward. Good.

Now dig in.

Good, good, good.

Not bad, not bad.

Now try it with the ball.

Here, there is the ball.

No, he can't do that.

You can't pick the ball up.

It's all right,

just try it again.

Just roll it to find the laces.

Sweep, good.

Get your other hand

ready to fire out.

Dig in.

- Yeah?

- Let's try a snap.

Here.

You fart and I'll kill you.

Hut.

- Aw, damn!

- You okay? Sorry, sorry.

Aw, he's fine. Will you

shake it off, 2nd string.

You better cut

the 2nd string crap.

What are you

going to do about it?

Guys, hey, do I have

to throw water on you all?

Come on.

Go on and try it again.

Just gonna keep it slow,

get the motion down first.

Hut. Slow, you guys always

have to rush things.

No, stop, stop, I got it.

All right.

Here it is, try it again.

Hey.

Relax.

Hut.

One more time.

Hut.

Try it again.

Hut.

Hut.

That a boy.

Set. Hut!

You know, I could

have gone out, had coffee

and come back in the time it took

you to snap that ball. Do it again.

Set. Hut!

Keep doing it.

Set. Hut!

Down!

Set. Hut!

Travis.

You know I don't need that.

They don't know that.

I am sure, Knox County is not

expecting what they are getting.

The Corbin Redhound is

romping and stomping tonight.

Get your hat on Freeman.

Now or never, you're in.

Kyle, I wanna see what

you got at running back.

Cameron you're moving to left

guard, 32 power and left.

Let's grind it out.

Come on, get in there.

- This is it, baby.

- Go, Travis!

Hey, don't screw up!

Look, look, you see?

I am telling you,

Coach Farris is crazy!

Someone is gonna get hurt!

Down!

Red 34, Red 34.

Set. Hut!

Gain of 11 yards,

1st down Redhounds.

Not bad.

Just like I taught you.

In the first game of the season,

Corbin ain't missed a lick,

mowing down opponents.

Slicker'n goose grease.

Having Travis Freeman

back on the team,

that's the name

of the game, all right.

Corbin is playing

inspired football.

Ready!

Set!

You taking my job?

Jerry?

Jerry?

What?

- Where you been, man?

- Here.

You weren't at practice.

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