Crooked Arrows Page #7

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Quit your whining, 26.

You know whose field you're on!

Hey, hey, hey!

You gotta make that call.

Down 7-4 at half.

The Arrows are not going to get help from

anyone if they want back in this title game.

Joe Logan is going to have to impart

more than just strategy during halftime.

You know what you're gonna say?

Not really.

Okay, guys, great first half.

Yeah? Check the scoreboard.

- Tell that to the ref.

- Ref who?

Hey, quiet. Hey, quiet!

Yeah, I hear you.

All right, yeah, they're bigger

than you, faster than you.

And they have better facilities

and they have more championships.

And, yes, they have a better

coach than you.

But you know what?

None of that matters, okay?

This game is not about them,

this game is not about us.

And it's not about the scoreboard.

In the ancient game,

they didn't keep score.

They played to honor the Creator,

and so will we.

We'll play to honor our ancestors

who were buried with their sticks.

We will play to honor our grandchildren

who will be given sticks when they're born.

This game has been in our blood

for a thousand years, gentlemen.

Today, win or lose,

we return lacrosse to our people.

Whoo! Whoo!

Let's go, boys!

Welcome back to The Bowl, where

the second half is about to get under way.

We got this, man.

Hey, no letups, we play four quarters.

Hey, no letups, no letups.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, there's some

kind of a commotion at the end of the field.

It appears to be a large group of Native

Americans carrying some sort of tribal flags.

Despite the sudden invasion,

the Coventry supporters...

...are making room

for these new lacrosse fans.

This place has gone totally Native!

Whoo!

Where'd they come from?

Smoke signals.

All the Haudenosaunee Nations

in one spot.

I guess this is a home game now, huh?

Always was, son.

Go get them.

You ready to bleed again?

This is our game.

You just picked up the sticks we made.

Yes, thattaboy, Jimmy!

Finally got one.

I'm open! Over here! Ball!

He's open! He's open!

Patience!

Like predators, the Arrows are calmly

circling the Coventry goal.

A pass too tall even for Maug.

Save it, Jimmy, save it!

Holy stick work!

- All right, we have numbers. Push it!

- Hustle, hustle, get there, Dawes.

We're a man down, we're a man down.

Yes!

Yeah!

Yeah, get up, Twinkle Toes.

Way not to give up on it, Jimmy!

Good hustle.

Look Sammy, look Sammy, look Sammy!

Yeah.

Oh, my God, you gotta be kidding me!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Whatever the reason...

Well, done, Silverfoot! Well done!

...the Arrows are playing with

a renewed sense of purpose.

Getting right back in the game.

They don't have Coventry's depth,

but they simply will not quit.

Reed!

Chewy, that's it!

Are you kidding me?

Get on the bench. Get on the bench!

With their second-half surge,

the Arrows are right on Coventry's heels...

...but can they ever draw even?

Now, Watson, now!

A rough, but perfectly legal hit.

- Yeah!

And number 10 Grayhouse is out of the game.

Toby! You're in.

All right, they're gonna double-team Jimmy

and lay off you, all right? Be ready.

Oh, my God, Toby, Toby, Toby...

Captain.

Thank you.

Two-six, get him, Silverfoot! Pick him up.

Sticks up, off your hip!

Move! You gotta rotate!

Two-six, two-six!

Double, double, six, double!

Jimmy!

- Look Toby, look Toby!

Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!

Who's got him?

Yes!

Goal, point blank! Gifford with his first

of the season, first of his life.

Tie score late in the fourth.

Nice shot, Squirrel!

Give me that scout report.

He's not even on here, who is that kid?

Yeah, Toby!

Watson, get your carcass over here

right now.

Joe Logan is coaching the game

of his life here, folks, and we're all tied up at 12.

Have you forgotten who we are?

Because they could care less and they're

kicking your privileged tails all over the field.

Wake up and finish the job

or I'll find someone who will.

- On three, one two, three!

- Huh!

You've worked your whole life for this.

Now is the time!

You know who it's going to,

don't let 26 get the ball.

Brutal illegal hit by Dawes

and that's a call they can't miss.

He wasn't even in possession of the ball,

which makes it doubly egregious.

What did I do? I barely touched him.

I didn't do nothing.

The Arrows have been racked

by injuries today.

This is a fatal blow if Jimmy Silverfoot

is sidelined, leaving the team a man short.

Take it easy. Take it easy, Jimmy. Medic.

Ah!

You got us this far,

we'll do the rest, all right?

I'm going in.

What? No, you only have one good leg.

Yeah, and no one else

has one good leg right now.

What are you doing with that cheap shot?

Deal with it and play the game.

- Now we're a man down.

- So are they. They're putting in a girl.

Turn around!

Twenty seconds left, all right?

Finish the possession, we take it in overtime...

-...and seal the deal, all right?

- Remember, you're just a decoy, okay?

Okay.

Not okay. I'm finishing this.

Why, because you're better than me

with a broken arm?

It's just dislocated, I can still play.

Not with a sling you can't.

Look, Jimmy, you can't--

Her leg is my fault.

Last time I didn't go in, she got hurt.

I can't let that happen again.

If one of those guys hits that ankle,

she'll never play again.

You got two years left, this is my last game.

Let me play, coach.

Ugh. Fine. But if you break your other arm,

I'm not helping you with your pajamas.

- I don't wear pajamas.

Ha-ha-ha.

Okay, guys, we're gonna run Z82.

Maug, move up to middie and set the pick.

Toby, top of the crease

and screen the goalie.

And Sammy, this is your shot, so hit it.

- I always do.

- Okay, sticks up, guys.

- Let's go, boys!

- Here we go!

- Crooked Arrows on three, one, two, three.

- Crooked Arrows! Whoo!

Hey, hey, hey! Wait.

You're just a decoy, okay?

Okay.

And here we go!

The Crooked Arrows have a man advantage

with gutsy Jimmy Silverfoot at middie.

V-2-6, 2-6, left shoulder,

left shoulder 2-6.

Okay, okay, okay.

Now, Maug, now!

- Here we go, here we go.

- Here we go, here we go.

The Arrows work the ball around,

looking for an opening. Seconds ticking away.

Aah!

- Jimmy!

Ten seconds.

Aah!

- Oh, my God.

Watch Sam my! Watch Sam my!

And it's a loose ball!

Aah!

Shoot it!

Shot! Shot!

Aah!

Unbelievable!

SportsCenter, you've got your lead story!

The Crooked Arrows are state champs!

All right, all right! Come on, get up! Get up.

Get off. Get off.

Coventry and Coach Emmitt

are taking the loss with great dignity.

Silverfoot, you all right?

Never been better.

Nice shot, ball hog.

What? Oh. Heh.

- Hey, decoy.

- Hey.

Hey, since I'm really hurt this time,

maybe I can get a kiss, coach.

Ah!

That's one good shot.

- Thanks, good game.

- Good luck next year.

Let's go, let's go!

How about that?

I have come to learn the stubborn ways

of my children.

You, your time is coming.

And you have found your spirit,

Abooksigun.

It was you.

Yo, Coach Joe!

Here. You earned this.

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