Any Given Sunday Page #3

At least I look better

than that old fart up there, no?

I think.

You do.

-How old are you?

-I don't think age matters.

I think older guys have a certain thing.

I've wanted to meet you since I was 1 6.

You were on the sidelines.

You were winning this big game.

The Pantheon Cup, yeah.

That was it.

God, that's so wild!

So you promise to keep a secret?

I don't know. How do you mean?

On a date?

I got a place.

It's close by. It's quiet.

It's a thousand.

Five thousand for the night.

You won't regret it.

I'm flattered, thank you, but....

I got friends.

I could do your friends too.

-Some other time maybe.

-Fair enough.

Good luck.

I'll be rooting for you.

-Thank you.

-Coach.

I know you're not gonna

pass on that, D'Amato.

I must be drunk.

--Christina Pagniacci,

who's so smart. ..

...she sold three of last year's

starters in the off-season.

You think you can lose

your coaching instincts?

You never had them.

How you gonna lose them?

All I got are my instincts.

I lose those...

...I got nothing.

Please leave your name and message

and we'll get right back to you.

Have a nice day. Bye-bye.

So, Jeanette....

I was hoping you'd be awake.

What time is it out there, anyway?

Never mind.

Could you tell Tommy that I'll be

in L.A. in a couple of weeks?

We got a game.

I'd like to get together with him...

...but I don't have his new number.

I really miss the sh*t out of

little Timmy and Melinda.

And you.

Grandkids.

We got grandkids.

Why did we get divorced anyway?

F***!

If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

Sh*t!

We're gonna make a difference

this week!

Just the tip of the ball. Catch it!

This ain't no bullshit West Virginia.

You in the big leagues!

What the f*** is that? What are you,

a p*ssy? That ain't no damn hit.

-14 years, I know how to hit.

-14 years, you're captain.

Show me!

Break that sh*t up!

Goddamn it, baby! You did it!

That's my boy, my brotherfucker!

That's the way to hit it, Shark.

That is the way to hit it.

Now, come on in here.

Let me get this straight.

The California governor says there's

nothing for the public to vote on?

She's got the finances to build

a new stadium in Los Angeles...

...using lottery money.

Jeez, Ed!

L.A.'s a dream.

Certainly good enough to leverage the

city of Miami into a new stadium.

What about the Rosenthal bid?

$250 million?

It's so low.

With a new stadium and a winning team...

...this club is worth $800 million.

It's me!

You're like your dad.

You're a dreamer.

Take the money!

You're still young, darling.

Start over. Start a family.

You don't love football anyway.

It's none of your business, Ed.

Let's keep this between the three of us.

-Morning, Tony.

-Morning, Christina.

Alka-Seltzer?

No, thank you.

I had about four for breakfast.

This is a hell of a loss, Tony.

I can see how my mom could drink herself

into a stupor watching football games.

But this kind of play makes me

want to jump out of a window.

Well, you can run this a billion times,

but on any given Sunday--

"You'll either win or you'll lose.

The point is, can you win or lose

like a man?" Dad said lots of things.

Actually, I said that.

But he could never stand losing.

And Julian couldn't resist

going for his bonus yards.

Blame me, not Julian.

That was my call.

I know it was, Tony.

It's four in a row.

This season is a disaster.

Without the playoffs,

there's no more TV money.

You see this?

They want your head.

Your father would laugh at them.

This is a good team.

We hit, we win.

We put pressure, we win.

We penetrate, we win. You do it as

tough as it is possible to do!

And you do that in all things.

You die hard.

That's what I'm talking about.

You die hard.

Dad used to say:

"No intensity, no victory."

Where the hell is your intensity,

Tony?

Fours years ago,

we won the Pantheon Cup!

-I was there, remember?

-Now what are we?

We're a second-tier team, that's what.

Admit it! You're not being honest!

We're a solid football team.

We're just not inspired.

Too many free agents.

We got Julian. He's a merc.

End of the season, he's gone.

Next year, we rebuild our running game.

You talk about a running game, but

who cares as long as you're winning?

People want to see passes, touchdowns.

High scores. That's the game today.

I paid a lot of money

to get Nick Crozier here...

...specifically to modernize--

Football's played on a field,

not in the goddamn boxes.

You knew that when you had candy

stuck in your braces.

If we had gotten the linemen I wanted...

...our first two quarterbacks

would still be walking.

Think of the future.

Do you know what we could get for Cap?

Probably a second

and a third-draft choice.

We know that he's finished but--

I don't know that Cap is finished.

Do I have to remind you

that he helped build this franchise?

He's a hero to the working people

of Florida!

Probably one of the greatest pressure

players of all time.

You can't cut Cap--

Cap and Shark were great,

but memories--

Shark changed line backing forever!

He made a quantum leap in the game!

That's why we'll say goodbye

to both of them...

...with dignity, with class.

I won't cut Cap or Shark no matter

how much class you do it with.

My contract's very clear on this point.

I coach my way.

We make less money

than 90% of the other teams!

-The economics--

-F*** the economics!

Your father, you hear me? Your father

didn't interfere! He made it work!

That's because you were a fighter.

You had intensity.

As much as I respect...

...my famous Uncle Tony...

...the players are just not

responding to you.

Art, may he rest in peace,

spent money like water.

But in the modern game

with the marketing costs--

Listen, I will do anything to bring

this team back to greatness.

I guess I had nothing to do with that.

That was all your dad.

Am I excused now?

Jeez, who's playing the child now?

Everybody's got to renegotiate,

and that means you too.

Are you saying my contract's up

at the end of the season?

The economics aren't there,

that what you're saying?

You know, you're not giving me

a whole lot to work with.

You know how your dad and I negotiated

my contract? We had a beer.

We shook hands.

Well, I don't drink beer, Tony.

I don't imagine you do, no.

F***ing beer?!

Fourteen to three, Chicago.

Second quarter.

Eight minutes left.

Oh, man! Bad, bad pass.

This has been a tough start

for Tyler Cherubini. ..

... who has yet to find his rhythm.

Tyler, we're in Miami.

You're throwing the ball to Georgia.

It's not clicking.

The offense isn't clicking.

-Rest it up.

-I can get it done.

I know you can. Not now.

What's going on?

Stop these sons of b*tches!

Suck it up!

B.J., I'm gonna kick your ass!

Then I'll kick that million-dollar

bonus baby's ass!

Then I'll go in the stands

and kick both your mama's asses!

-Fumble. We got the ball.

-It's ours.

Get Beamen.

You feel like throwing up?

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