Celtic Pride Page #7

Everybody knows

you're going to shoot the damn ball!

Surprise them. Pass it!

You are not taking me down with you!

All right, come on.

Pass it, you a**hole!

Sheppard!

Sheppard! Are you OK, man?

- What happened?

- I think Lewis passed you the ball.

He passed me the ball?

Lewis passes the ball! The only man

more surprised than me was Sheppard.

- He took a nasty cut to the ear.

- Next time he'll wear an ear guard.

Good pass!

Kimball has finally gotten

through to his star guard.

No, that's us! Marv Albert's

talking about us. Oh, I can die now!

Get up the floor, baby! All the way!

Yes! Good pass, Lewis!

Good pass.

That's basketball. You see a problem,

you solve it. That's coaching.

- Good pass!

- Way to go!

- Kick their butt, baby?

- Are you really rooting for Utah?

No, of course not.

I just don't want to go to jail.

Yeah. We got no choice.

Go, Scott!

- You're beautiful!

- Back on "D"!

Nice pass.

Lewis Scott has expanded his game,

and his team-mates are responding.

- What's wrong with them?

- I think their plan is backfiring.

There it is, there it is,

Scott, hoop!

There it is, there it is, there it is,

Scott, hoop!

- Get that prick out!

- Foul him! I want him dead!

- Easy! Show some respect.

- Patty, Timmy. Respect!

- Shep, you all right?

- I think your pass messed me up.

- Let's go! Tape up! Play hard!

- He's hurt, man!

Lurch. You're going in.

I will not let you down. I'll give them

some of that death row sh*t.

Don't worry about the death row sh*t.

Just don't embarrass me.

Lurch! Check in.

Right. That would've been a technical.

Got 'em!

Two. Six. One shot.

I can't take it any more.

I am totally losing my sh*t, man.

I'll never make it in jail!

I'm the kind of guy who hangs himself

in his shoelaces on the first night!

Don't do it! Don't do it, Jimmy!

Play that funky music, white boy

Play that funky music now

The fate of the Jazz rests on the

shoulders of their star, Lewis Scott.

All net!

All right, go!

- What happened?

- Keep singing!

Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan

Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan

Great play!

Come on.

- Our ball.

- The ball, please.

Jimmy, it's a time-out!

Utah's down by one.

There's 7.5 seconds left.

Utah's got the ball.

If Utah wins, we don't go to jail.

If they miss it, the Celtics win.

I don't know what to do.

I'm so confused. Who do I root for?

Root for Utah!

All right. We've got 7.5 seconds.

That's a lot of time.

Just suck up the energy.

All right. Listen up.

We move the ball.

Lewis gets here, passes to Dale...

- Is that clear? Are you with me?

- Money in the bank, Coach.

Get in there. Seize the championship.

We've got seven seconds.

Nobody sends my man to jail.

Let's go. Come on, you a**hole.

- Come on, Lewis!

- Lewis!

Defence, defence!

Go! Now!

We won! He listened to you, Mikey!

We're free!

- We did it!

- I love this game!

It would not have happened if Scott

had not changed his style of play.

Hey, man.Jazz, world champions!

Don't leave me hanging, man!

Kevin O'Grady, Boston Police.

I have reason to believe these

two men have perpetrated a crime.

- What's your relationship to them?

- I know these two jerks.

They're my friends.

- Who's the best in the NBA?

- You are!

But we'll kick your ass next year!

I'm sorry about the abduction.

I've never done that to another guy.

Lewis, Lewis...

I don't know about this, Jimmy.

Carol and I are really getting along.

She even went to a hockey game.

If she thinks

I didn't learn my lesson...

But you did, Mikey!

You did learn your lesson.

You will not interfere with

an NBA championship again. Never!

This is different.

You're right. This is different.

- This is football season.

- Yeah.

- What's going on?

- Hello there, Mr Deion Sanders.

It's your 3 a.m. wake-up call.

You autograph hounds are

out of control.

Oh, we don't want your autograph.

No.

What do you want?

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