Draft Day Page #7

an empty backfield.

No, not what I'm

lookin' at. Try again.

Where's Vontae?

You know what, Sonny?

I think he got ejected.

- He got ejected from the game?

- Yeah.

For what?

Yeah, in the third

quarter, after he stripped

the ball from Callahan

and scored that TD.

He gave the ball to a fan.

When he got flagged

for it, he went nuts,

touched the refs. So

they threw him out.

Bonehead move.

Let's see that.

This is college. What's

he thinkin', you know?

See? That's it.

There you go.

He was showing off. You

can't do that in college.

You can't hand the

ball to some girl.

That's not some girl.

That's not some girl, guys.

That's his sister.

She died about six months later.

Boo-friggin'-hoo.

We ain't runnin' an

after-school special here.

We're runnin' a football team,

whose offense was ranked 28th

in the league last year.

And I still need a runnin' back.

What can I say, Rich?

I love being here,

I love feeling the energy,

and I love having the

number one pick.

I hope that you would

love having it,

because you sure gave

up a ton to get it.

For the record,

I didn't do anything.

And "ton" is a relative word.

Playing coy. I like it.

Come on, just between two

guys, forget the cameras,

who're you gonna take,

number one overall?

Well, I think it would be

unsportsmanlike, spoil the surprise.

Anthony Molina. Not

giving me anything.

What?

Just please come with me.

What? Oh, no, not back in there.

So?

So, what do you want?

Honestly...

I don't want to be a secret.

Okay.

Let's not be a secret.

Excuse me.

- Jesus, Rick!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

The head of security said he

wanted to talk to Mr. Weaver.

He said it was urgent.

- Ralph.

- Sonny.

- Ali.

- Ralph.

Everybody cozy?

Good.

Sonny, if you don't mind, I've got

something for you in my office.

Got a new Callahan story for you.

Not sure I want to hear it.

You know, you hung me out to dry

pretty good with the last one.

Just talked to Jack

Tate in Washington.

He said when they found out

they had the number five pick,

first thing they did was send

a copy of their playbook

to all the guys they

were interested in.

Right. We do the same thing.

No, no, they put a little

special twist on it.

They tape a $100 bill

to the last page.

Why?

So when they're

interviewin' the guys

and they ask 'em if they'd

read the whole playbook,

of course all of 'em

are gonna say yes.

'Bout half of 'em, they mention the

money. But the other half don't.

So, when they tell 'em

about the $100 bill,

most of the guys get embarrassed.

They get flustered.

They fess up that

they didn't read the whole thing.

But ask me what your

boy Bo Callahan did.

You know, I really hate

playing this game with you.

Ask.

All right. What did Bo Callahan do?

Neither.

He said that he'd read it, and

then he didn't say anything.

So?

He didn't know about the

$100 bill, Sonny. He lied.

He never read the whole playbook.

So? A lot of guys don't.

Yes. But when they

confront him about it

and they tell him about

the money, he lied again.

He said something like,

"Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

Good one. Good one, guys."

Jack said he is the only

guy to tell the lie

and then to have the balls to

stand and stick up for the lie.

Said it was the second

strangest response

he had seen to the $100 bill thing.

Wanna know what the first was?

God damn it, Ralph. Just tell me.

A kid mailed the $100

bill back to them.

That kid put it in a card,

and he wrote on the card,

"Save this for when I win

you the Super Bowl."

Nice.

Don't you wanna know

who that kid was?

No!

It was Brian Drew.

It was Brian Drew.

Hey, Zotti.

Texans thinkin' of makin' a move?

Talk to me about Vontae Mack.

Why? What do you wanna know?

Who cares why?

But you...

You're thinkin' of

pickin' him at 15?

He's got potential, no?

Friend-to-friend, what

else do I need to know?

Well, he's a great kid.

Come on!

That's what I know!

Quit playing games.

You didn't think he was gonna fall

in the second round, did you?

Somebody's gonna pick him, Sonny.

Tell me why that shouldn't be me.

I'd never tell you

how to do your job.

You find something with him?

I didn't say that.

You didn't not say that.

Good luck tonight.

Stop runnin'!

Any news?

We just got off the phone

with Houston. They're at 15.

With the Cleveland thing,

that might be your best shot.

Fifteen?

And I'm not 100% sure about that.

What does that mean, man?

It means it could be a long night.

But stay positive. You never

know with these things.

What's all this?

Both of you? Really?

Did you have a fire? Or...

I do not need this today.

I really don't.

You look terrible.

Thank you.

You really do.

Thank you, too.

We had the reading

of your dad's will.

Would you believe, he wants his

ashes scattered on his field.

The practice field? Here?

Weaver Field. Yes.

And I'd like to do it

as soon as possible.

You can't be serious.

Why? I'm not gonna bother anyone.

I just wanna do it exactly

as he asked for it.

And he wants you to read

this while we're scattering.

It's a Gaelic blessing.

Now? You're saying you

want to do all this now?

All we have to do is walk out

on the 50-yard line with you...

- You read the...

- With me?

It's what he wanted.

How the hell would you

know what he wanted?

Please don't shout.

Because I was at the will

reading. Unlike you.

Isn't there an art

exhibition in New York

that you have to be

at or something?

This isn't going to

be a long affair.

We just go out there, read the

prayer, dump the ashes, and go home.

No!

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Ali, this is my ex-wife, Angie.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Hi, Barb.

How you doin', Amy?

"Ali." You know it's Ali.

She's the...

Oh, her. Oh.

Yeah. That's me.

Get us some coffee,

will you, sweetie?

Mom, that's not her job.

- It's okay. I can get 'em coffee.

- I'll have a green tea.

No, stay. Just, please, stay.

I'd like to have a coffee, Sonny.

No. No. No coffee, Mom.

You want to spread these goddamn

ashes, you do it tomorrow!

- No.

- I'm serious!

No!

Now then, are you going to read this

prayer as your father asked you to?

No, I'm not!

Not today.

Fine.

I will do it myself.

Good luck.

How about some fresh air?

Whoever thought it meant

that much to him?

Naming a simple practice

field in his honor.

God, he took pride in

the weirdest things.

He was your father, Sonny.

What was it? Why did

you hate him so much?

I didn't hate my father.

You know what, everyone always gives

me grief for firing my father.

Well, you did. I was here that day.

It was my mother.

What?

It was my mother.

Look, don't get me wrong.

I'm the one who fired him.

But it was my mother

who asked me to do it.

My dad's doctors told

him that the stress

of coaching was gonna

kill him, so...

Of course, he refused to retire.

So, now I have a choice.

The time he has left at

home with my mother,

or another year on the sidelines,

where maybe he drops dead

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