Draft Day Page #5

I'm not the Mom-of-the-Year

type either.

I don't know how to pack a lunch.

I've never changed a diaper.

And God help me, the one thing I

do understand, Sonny, is football.

That's me.

I'm action-oriented.

I'm passionate.

I'm a Cleveland girl,

and I am football.

Maybe more than you.

I wasn't born into this game.

I had to fight my way in.

Hi. I'm sorry to interrupt.

I can come back.

I'm gonna come back.

What do you need, Rick?

Brian Drew just

trashed your office.

What?

I told him you were busy

and he told me to have

intercourse with my mother.

Which... You know, she passed

away, so... I didn't tell him that.

Anyway, he got really mad and

started throwing stuff around,

and then he said he was gonna

go down to the locker room.

After all that rehab, you're just gonna

quit? You're just gonna walk away?

C'mon, Brian. Don't listen

to Coach. Don't leave.

I know what's goin' on here.

Then just compete with him!

Beat him out!

Did you trash my office?

Trade me.

Did you just trash my office?

Yeah. I'm upset.

Well, I don't care if you're upset.

If you're upset, call

your agent, all right?

Let him have this conversation.

That's what he's there for.

No, Sonny. You're gonna talk to me.

Man-to-man. You owe me that.

I owe you?

I drafted you.

Your dad drafted me.

No, Drew, I drafted you.

I may have been in San Francisco,

but my dad wasn't even looking

at you until I told him to.

Yeah, and when your knee crapped

out and no one wanted you,

I still extended your contract,

and I think I even

gave you a raise,

because I believed in you.

Then why pick Callahan?

You know why.

Then trade me.

I'm gonna do what's

best for the team.

I've been in this league for eight

seasons. I've been to the playoffs.

I know the system that Penn wants to

run and I know I can make it work.

I've busted my ass this off-season.

I set the bar high.

I'm in great shape.

I feel 10 years younger.

I'm tellin' you,

man, I swear to you,

the best thing for this

team, this season, is me.

Are you finished?

No.

Well, get finished.

And then get back to work.

If I trade you, I trade you.

And if I don't, I don't.

Do yourself a favor. Worry about

Brian. Don't worry about Bo.

And definitely, most absolutely

goddamn importantly,

do not bother me with your

sh*t right now, Brian.

I'm workin' here!

Ali!

Ali!

Did you hear me, Rick?

I heard you. Yeah.

Do you think Ali heard me?

No, I don't think so. No.

Good answer.

Women are tricky. Problem is,

they're smarter than us.

Yeah. Women, they're like...

This is Sonny.

Hey, Sonny. It's Pete

Begler with the Chiefs.

Hey, Pete. What's up?

Well, we're in the market for a QB,

and now that you have number one,

I was wondering if Brian

Drew's available.

I don't know. Haven't

made up my mind yet.

Is he healthy?

Well, if you're askin' about his

knee, it's stronger than ever.

He's throwin' the ball a good 15

yards farther down the field.

Okay. Just confirming.

His agent sent over a tape of Drew

working out during the off-season.

We like what we see.

He did? That's great.

You seem surprised.

Why would I be surprised?

Okay, Sonny. You don't have

to play games with me.

What do you want for him?

I'm all ears. Let's talk.

Pete, we're still working

out some stuff over here.

Can I get back to you?

Okay.

Thanks.

Hey, Ali. How're you doin'?

Are you as jacked as everyone else

around here about

gettin' the first pick?

I don't really get jacked,

I just manage the cap.

Uh-huh.

How does a girl like you

get in this game anyway?

Law school.

Lawyer.

So you don't get excited

about anything.

If I do my job

and we haven't spent

more than $125 million

on players by the time

the season starts,

I get excited.

Mind if I sit down?

- I'm busy.

- Won't take long.

I could use your help.

Mmm?

The Browns brought me to Cleveland

so that everybody could

get one of these.

How is it that the ultimate prize

in the most macho

sport ever invented

is a piece of jewelry?

Yeah. Well, be that as it may,

I need some draft picks back, okay?

'Cause there's been some

pretty foolish moves

made by your boyfriend.

- My boyfriend?

- Please.

You have his ear. I don't.

Talk to him. It's not about me.

It's about the people of Cleveland.

You don't think Callahan's legit?

I think Callahan might be the

best prospect in the Draft.

But I hate rookie quarterbacks.

They're stupid and they're scared.

- Not the good ones.

- We already got a good one.

His name is Brian Drew. He can

run my offense like a pro.

So I'm tryin' to

figure out why I gotta

give away the future

of the franchise

and then sit around trying

to teach some rookie,

I don't know, everything, you know?

I'm talking shifts,

plays, protections,

snap counts, alerts,

check-with-me's,

Double X, jet, ice cream, 36, counter

naked waggle at 16-9 Tennessee Free.

Know what I'm sayin'?

Don't patronize me. You know

I know what you're saying.

I dedicated my life to

this sport, just like you.

And, no, I will not

speak to Sonny for you.

Bo Ridley Callahan.

He's an only child.

His mom's a homemaker, his father's

a medical malpractice lawyer.

He's made some money.

Pays his taxes. He's got three

years left on his mortgage.

The kid's pretty vanilla. Belonged

to a few clubs in high school.

He had a walk-on role

in Damn Yankees.

He was on the honor roll from

junior high through college.

Kept his nose clean,

he worked out and...

Well, you know, he threw a football

better than anybody in the great

states of Washington or Wisconsin.

But?

How do you know there's a "but"?

Because you're an

unoriginal bastard, Ralph.

So, go on. But...

But during his final

year at Wisconsin,

he had a big dinner for his 21st

birthday at some restaurant.

Locals find out who the dinner's

for, and they start filin' in.

Things get outta control.

Manager called the

cops when somebody

broke in his office

and stole some money.

Of course, none of

this is Bo's fault.

'Course.

But...

But the cops came and they took

everybody's name regardless.

It was a few hundred people.

Standard operating procedure.

But...

Ask me who wasn't there.

Who wasn't there, Ralph?

Any of his teammates.

None of his teammates came to the

poor guy's birthday party, Sonny.

Dick Moore.

Hey, Coach. Sonny Weaver.

You're about to be

a very happy man.

Bo Callahan's some

of my finest work.

What can you tell me about him?

I can tell you what I just told

you, he's some of my finest work.

Anything else?

You have the tapes.

He's the real deal, Sonny.

Don't overthink this like

your dad would have.

No offense.

Look. I love Bo.

My coaches love him.

The cheerleaders love him.

The fans love him.

Everyone loves him.

Then how come none of his teammates

went to his birthday party?

Are you kiddin' me with this?

Seems relevant.

You want to tear this

kid down, or what?

No, I'd just like your take on it.

I find it odd that

nobody on the team

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