Any Given Sunday Page #10

That game took my husband,

my daughter...

...my youth.

Left me with what?

All those Sunday afternoons

at the stadium.

And time...

...just kept slipping away, didn't it?

How's your head, Jack?

Sandy, it's nice of you to ask.

It's still hurting, quite frankly.

Like you guys, I play hurt.

Look at the monitor, you'll see

it was more than aggression.

Out of my way!

Well, that's just great.

There goes D'Amato, his 14th

consecutive game with a touchdown!

We regret to inform you that your

husband, Lieutenant Louis D'Amato...

... was killed in the European

theater of operations.

And to your son, Anthony D'Amato...

...our deepest regrets.

Controversy swirls around

the six-point Shark underdogs.

Willie "Steamin'" Beamen,

the sensational quarterback...

... who's held the Sharks together,

is not starting.

He 's said to be feuding

with his beleaguered coach...

... who's being investigated

for hitting Jack Rose...

...earlier this week at practice.

I'd say that's

a bit of an exaggeration.

-A mild shove.

-We'll find out later.

I'm the best yard receiver

that's ever lived.

I can catch anything.

I'm the best receiver

that's ever lived.

That's right.

Meanwhile, Tug,

immortal but vulnerable Cap Rooney...

...only six weeks off

a microdiskectomy--

--will start against

the league's toughest pass rush.

-"Toughest"?

-The toughest.

Get ready for the sparks to fly.

We'll be right back.

"The tension of the season

got to me...

...and I overreacted to an innocent

question from a journalist...

...we all know to be

of the highest caliber.

I only hope that one day I'll truly

be able to show Jack Rose...

...just how much I treasure

his invaluable contribution...

...to the sport of football."

Thank you.

Where's your wheelchair?

Hello, commissioner.

God, I hate Texas.

How are the headaches?

Fine, till you start doing that sh*t.

Your balance?

My check balance?

Looking P-H-A-T, baby. Phat.

Go on, get out of here.

You're done.

How about another shot, doc?

You don't need it.

It doesn't make any sense...

...medically.

Don't give a sh*t about medical, doc.

Give me some of that cortisone sh*t.

Please?

The surviving team will move on

next week to Minnesota...

...cold country for the

AFFA conference championship.

In the meantime,

we're back to another dang commercial.

I don't know what to say, really.

Three minutes...

...till the biggest battle

of our professional lives.

All comes down to today.

Either we heal as a team...

...or we're gonna crumble.

Inch by inch, play by play,

till we're finished.

We're in hell right now, gentlemen.

Believe me.

And we can stay here,

get the sh*t kicked out of us...

...or we can fight our way

back into the light.

We can climb out of hell...

...one inch at a time.

Now, I can't do it for you.

I'm too old.

I look around, I see these

young faces, and I think...

...I made every wrong choice

a middle-aged man can make.

I pissed away all my money,

believe it or not.

I chased off anyone

who's ever loved me.

And lately, I can't even stand

the face I see in the mirror.

You know, when you get old in life,

things get taken from you.

I mean, that's part of life.

But you only learn that

when you start losing stuff.

You find out life's this game

of inches.

So is football.

Because in either game,

life or football...

...the margin for error is so small...

...one-half a step too late or early,

and you don't quite make it.

One half-second too slow, too fast,

you don't quite catch it.

The inches we need are

everywhere around us.

They're in every break of the game,

every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch.

On this team, we tear ourselves...

...and everyone else around us,

to pieces for that inch.

We claw with our fingernails

for that inch...

...because we know when we add up

all those inches...

...that's gonna make the f***ing

difference between winning and losing!

Between living and dying!

I'll tell you this. In any fight...

...it's the guy who's willing to die

who's gonna win that inch.

And I know if I'm gonna have

any life anymore...

...it's because I'm still willing

to fight and die for that inch.

Because that's what living is!

The six inches in front of your face!

Now, I can't make you do it!

You gotta look at the guy

next to you!

Look into his eyes!

I think you're gonna see a guy

who'll go that inch with you!

You're gonna see a guy...

...who will sacrifice himself

for this team...

...because he knows,

when it comes down to it...

...you're gonna do the same for him!

That's a team, gentlemen!

And either we heal now, as a team...

...or we will die as individuals.

That's football, guys.

That's all it is.

Now...

...what are you gonna do?

Here we go, ladies and gentlemen.

He 's in the open field.

He's gonna go all the way!

To the thirty. All the way!

Touchdown!

Way to go!

No big deal.

We still block. We still tackle.

We didn't say we'd win by a shutout.

Nothing changes, right?

Stay with the game plan.

-Set for the first series?

-Piece of cake.

Bring it home, Rock.

How about a big Texas-size welcome

for the Miami Sharks...

...and quarterback Jack Rooney!

My baby!

Guys, I missed your ugly mugs.

Just like old times. How's that disk?

Still spinning?

Like your favorite CD, baby.

Listen up.

It's a 12-poin t game for Dallas.

What? It's just one touchdown.

In your hometown.

A long way to go,

a lot of time to play.

There he goes. Sack number 12.

That's a personal high

for Luther Lava y.

Man, I can't believe this.

It stinks.

We 're the better team. We'll win

if we don't make any mistakes.

Inches, inches.

Let me on the finance committee. I'll

make a difference with the networks.

I know New York.

I can be incredibly effective.

Your mother looks great, by the way.

-She loves Dallas. Neiman Marcus.

-She's a good woman.

And your golf?

I'm about an 11 from the whites.

-Think you're ready for me?

-Don't think I'm in your class.

Firs t down, Dallas!

It's a good game.

Good team.

Thank you.

I don't wanna bother you about this--

The owners would like you to

come to New York for a meeting.

About what?

There's a concern

that's been voiced...

...about some moves made

on your behalf...

...for another Los Angeles franchise.

-Rules have been broken. We've heard--

-Who said this?

Would Wednesday this week be too soon?

No. That'd be fine.

Good.

The best of luck to you today, then.

I honestly believe that woman

would eat her young.

What the f*** just happened?

That's the meaning

in one sentence...

...of captain Jack Rooney.

He won't take no for an answer.

Good job, Cap!

Good job, baby!

They can't f*** with you!

Score at halftime:

Knights 21, Sharks 17.

-I'm going down.

-Is that a good idea?

-Can you play?

-I'm banged up, but I'm all right.

Can you play?

Yeah, you bet.

Look at me, Rock.

You were a warrior out there today.

I will never forget this.

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