Any Given Sunday Page #8

In football, you have

the offense and the defense.

You can't have one without the other.

Respect will be paid!

Somebody call you a cab.

Get out of my house!

But isn't this an awesome New York

pass rush coming at you?

When you're out there,

is the fear in the belly?

The fear and the terror.

No, I don't feel none of that.

They won't touch me. They won't

feel me. They won't even smell me.

I don't care if it's the T-Rex

or the Terminator chasing me.

I got this in visible juice,

and once I turn it on, I'm gone.

Stay down, motherf***er.

Beamen is sacked again.

He goes down hard.

They won't play for him, Tony.

Let him f***ing learn, then!

Welcome back

to the Monsoon Bowl, folks.

The Emperors have been eating

Shark patties all night long.

Smash-mouth football.

This is what it's all about.

Halfback up the middle.

Lava y steps up to fill the gap...

...misses the tackle.

The Emperors block their way

in to the end zone. It's a touchdown.

Good job, offense! Way to play!

Just about everything that can

go wrong has here today.

Murphy's Law in effect

for Tony D'Amato.

Can I get some f***ing protection?!

If you're not blocking,

get the f*** out the way!

Loudmouth showboat motherf***er!

Where's your steam now, Willie?

You f***ers wanna make it tough?!

I can take that sh*t.

Come contract time,

there'll be a whole bunch of changes!

Just give us the play.

It'll be you or me.

And it ain't gonna be me.

And there goes home-field advantage

for the Sharks.

Although their season ends on a lo w

note, there's still life after death.

Look for the underdog Sharks

in the playoffs...

...in Tough Town, U.S.A.:

Dallas, Texas.

There goes that black dynasty

you promised me, darling.

What's the matter?

Forgot your invisible juice?

Stop this now!

Thirty years in football...

...I never seen something

stinks like this!

Today out there...

...you embarrassed yourselves.

Today...

...I'm ashamed to be your coach.

Lucky for him, some of these Sharks

still have teeth left in their head.

Tell you the truth,

they remind me of my ex.

I don't know what more I can do.

Doesn't make sense,

my not having a home. A life.

Game's all that matters to me.

Because it's pure.

Four quarters.

You cross a line, you score.

It's sane. Life isn't.

Life is f***ed.

It's a new world, Tony.

In my day, we used to just be happy

to get the goddamn job.

I used to shovel liquor

in the off-season.

You know, sell used cars, insurance.

Some of the guys used to even wrestle.

But, sh*t, now, prima dogs.

Bodies that are year-round great,

but crack just like china.

It's TV.

Changed everything.

Changed the way we think forever.

I mean, the first time

they stopped the game...

...to cut away to a f***ing commercial,

that was the end of it.

Because it was our concentration

that mattered, not theirs.

Not some fruitcake selling cereal.

Who wants to think about blitzes

when you're holding your grandkids?

You gonna miss your friend

screaming in your face...

...embarrassing you

in front of your players?

That's why I wanna coach high school.

Get back to the basics.

Kids don't know nothing.

They just wanna play.

Like you said, Tony...

...it's pure.

So what are the odds?

Well, there's no telling.

It's an odontoid fracture.

Basically, Luther, you broke your neck,

and it never healed correctly.

It's hard to predict

this kind of thing...

...but what I can say is

that the wrong kind of hit...

...could result

in paralysis, seizures...

...even sudden death.

What else is new?

In my opinion...

...he is not medically fit to play.

I need one sack

and three more tackles...

...and I get my bonus. Then we'll talk.

Okay, motherf***er?

Come on, Luther.

Have you ever seen

an old punch-drunk boxer...

...stumbling around drooling...

...with no memory of

what he's done in his life?

You want that life, Luther?

You need me against Texas, don't you?

Don't you?

Of course I need you against Texas,

but not...

...not at this price, no.

For a million dollars, I will shake

like a coconut on a tree if I got to.

Coach, I gave you 13 years.

You can give me one.

Football's my life, coach.

It's my life.

It's all I know how to do.

Please, man.

Come on, coach, please.

You have to sign a waiver, Shark.

Bring it on, man. Bring it on.

Coach.

We need to have

a discussion about Harvey.

Where the hell's D'Amato?

Don't you ever say that

your papa didn't believe in you.

Don't believe what your mom says.

You evil motherf***er!

Come over here.

Shark's film.

I know what you did, a**hole!

You switched the results

so Powers wouldn't pick up on it.

Princess, I'll call you right back.

Granted, it could look that way

to a layperson.

I want you out of here!

You're taking the high road?

You didn't consult with him!

He could get killed out there!

You didn't consult with him?!

I'm gonna consult with a player?

I knew his answer!

Getting killed? Maybe, maybe not.

One chance in 1000.

But nobody blitzes

like the Shark, right?

I never wanna see you near

one of my players again!

They couldn't take a piss

in the morning without their pills!

You're gonna play innocent?

F*** your innocence!

What about Beyer?

Or Nielstrom and Manzicki?

Logan and Krause?

I will not have this discussion

with you!

You don't wanna hear the answer?

Don't ask the question!

And you, you f***ing snitch.

Did you ever think about Shark

putting food on the table?

You lied to him.

You didn't give him a choice.

-It's a doctor's ethics.

-Since when?

The Hippocratic oath, that's when.

The one that starts, "Do no harm"?

With all due respect, I didn't

have to ask because I knew the answer.

Who am I to tell these men

they cannot live their dream?

They will not live with shame like you.

They are gladiators.

They are warriors!

And long ago, they made that choice.

Not you! Not you!

Not me. I won't be responsible

for standing between them--

Didn't you ever have...

...a dream, Ollie?

I'm living it, Harv.

Oh, f*** it.

We did win the Pantheon though,

didn't we?

See you around the old nursing homes.

Courtney, let's go.

No. I'm gonna stay here.

-What?

-Please.

Perfect. Stay here.

And get butt-f***ed by

twelve Neanderthals. B*tch!

Coach D., what do you say?

Out of my way!

Well, that's just great.

That's just f***ing great!

Did you get that?

Nobody's gonna hit your p*ssy-ass.

I know, man. I just got happy feet.

I'm getting old.

I should just trust that you'll

do the right thing for Willie B.

Is it true you make 10 million a year?

That's right.

It must be true about you

not blocking no more either.

My dad says you won't take passes up

the middle because you might get hurt.

What's that?

You led, n*gger.

But did anybody follow?

Let me tell you something:

For every sucker who makes it...

...for every Barry Sanders,

for every Jerry Rice...

...there's a hundred n*ggers

you never heard of.

Sure. The game's taught you

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