Going to the Mat Page #4

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Besides,

You're The Only One

He's Got Who Fits

The Weight Class.

First Match

Is Tomorrow.

Hey, Jace?

Your First Official

Match Is Thursday.

Your Dad And I

Can Both Be There.

His Last Class

Ends At 1:
00.

Heh. Mom,

You're Not Listening.

I Don't Want You There.

Why Not?

Because I'll Be

Nervous Enough.

Having You And Dad There

Will Only--

I Just Want All My Focus

To Be On The Match, Ok?

It's Nothing Personal.

It Feels Personal.

I Promise...

I'll Let You Guys

Come Later In The Season,

As Soon As I Figure Out

What I'm Doing.

Ok.

As Long As

I'm Still Alive.

The Freak

Is Still Here.

And I Owe Luke

25 Bucks.

How Much

Does That Stink?

Everybody Thinks

It's So Great

He's On The Team.

Do They Even Care

How It Affects

The Rest Of Us?

No, It Doesn't Matter.

Everybody's Too Busy

Being Politically Correct.

Hey, Boomer.

[Crowd Cheering]

[Whistle Blows]

[Teammates Cheering]

[Blows Whistle]

[All Booing]

Hey, Fly.

Anybody Can Sit

Over There In

The Crowd And Boo.

You Showed Up

Out There.

Keep Your Head Up.

[Whistle Blows]

Jace, You're On Deck.

Make Sure You're Loose.

Thanks, Coach.

Hey, Jace.

Good Luck

Out There, Man.

Good Luck, Man.

Thanks, Boomer.

Sure, Sure.

[Both Laugh]

Boo!

[Whistle Blows]

[Both Grunting]

[Blows Whistle]

Good Job, Billy.

That's It.

Jace.

How Do You Feel?

You Ready To Go?

Yeah.

All Right. Think About

What We Worked On.

Thanks, Coach.

[High-Pitched Voice]

Where Is He?

I Have No Idea.

Coach Rice:

10 More Steps.

[Boys Laughing]

Somebody Sit Up All Night

Plannin' This Out?

When You Disrespect

A Teammate,

You Disrespect

Yourself.

It Was Just

A Joke, Coach.

No, John.

Jokes Are Funny.

I Won't Have A Bully

On My Team.

[Blows Whistle]

Come On,

Get Him, Jace!

Whoo!

This Is Pathetic.

He's Gonna Hurt Us.

[Blows Whistle]

Coach Rice:
Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Repeat! Repeat! Go!

[Grunts]

[Blows Whistle]

[Grunting]

[Blows Whistle]

[Blows Whistle]

[Laughs] Oh, Man.

All:
Go, Huskies!

[People Booing]

[Radio Playing Soul Music]

[Humming Along]

Mary Beth:

He's At The End

Of The Bench.

Jace:
Thanks,

Mary Beth.

Nice Groove. Motown?

Late Seventies,

Early Eighties?

Maybe Funk Brothers

On Backup?

Ah, Nice Ear,

Mr. Newfield.

Nice Ear.

Detroit, 1985.

Not The Funk Brothers,

But Definitely

Inspired By.

Something Tells Me

That You Did Not

Seek Me Out

Simply To Discuss

32-Bar Blues.

Heh.

Well...

You Know, I Realize

We Haven't Gotten

Along That Great,

And I've Been Having

A Rough Time,

And It Seemed

Like You Were

The Only One

That Could Relate.

Is This About Music?

Wrestling.

Ah. I Heard A Rumor

That You Joined The Squad.

I'm Gettin' Hammered.

Besides,

A Bunch Of The Guys

Really Resent Me

For Being There.

Why'd You Join Up

In The First Place?

I Wanted To Be Part

Of One Thing

Where My Disability

Was Totally Irrelevant.

And Your Music

Doesn't Give You That?

[Scoffs] Yeah,

If I Want To Be

A Walking Clich.

Me, Stevie Wonder,

Ray Charles,

Jos Feliciano.

Me.

Sorry.

No, Don't Apologize, Man.

I'm Happy

With Who I Am.

Are You?

Doesn't It Ever

Tick You Off

That When People

Look At You,

The Only Thing

They See Is

A Blind Guy?

What? I'm Blind?

How Am I Gonna Get Home?

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

Man, Of Course!

I'm A Blind Guy.

So Are You. So What?

Thanks For

Your Advice.

Well, What Do You Want Me

To Say To You, Huh?

"Wait. Stay The Course.

It Gets Easier."

Well, Guess What, Man?

It Doesn't.

People Are Gonna Treat You

Differently Always

Because You Are Different.

Tell Me Something

I Don't Know.

Ok. Ok, I Will.

You Have Been

Walkin' Around Here

With A Chip

On Your Shoulder

A Mile High.

You Might As Well Have

This Little Blinking Light

Right On Your Shoulder

That Says,

"Look At Me. Pity Me.

Poor, Misunderstood Me."

Look, Why Don't You...

Play Your Song

Another Way?

People Listen

To The Music You Make.

Play It So That

They Can See You

As You Really Are.

Wait Up.

I Gotta Grab My Jacket.

[Heavy Breathing]

Hey, Newfield.

Anybody Tell You

Practice Ended

A Half An Hour Ago.

Yeah.

Maybe For You Guys

That Have Been Winning.

[Grunts]

Hold On. Let Me

Grab That For You.

No, Thanks, John.

I Got It.

You Know...

Even If I Don't Score Us

One Point This Season,

I Don't Want Anyone

To Be Able To Say

I Didn't Work My Butt Off.

Hey, Mary Beth.

Hey, John.

Weren't We Supposed

To Be Reading?

I'm Sorry. I Just...

I Gotta Do Something

To Turn This

Wrestling Thing

Around.

I Know You're Not Asking

For My Advice,

But Can I Give It Anyway?

Shoot.

After Listening

To My Dad

And My Brothers

For A Million Years,

It Seems To Me That Maybe

The Reason Why You Haven't

Won A Match Yet

Is Because

Your Balance Is Off.

I Mean, Wrestling

Is Like Dancing.

Every Move Should Flow

From Your Body's Center.

I Mean,

Learn That Natural Rhythm,

And You'll Be Fine.

Great.

How Do I Do That?

Well, First Off,

You Can Hire Me

To Be Your Dance Coach.

[Doorbell Rings]

[Knock On Door]

Good Morning,

Mrs. Newfield.

Hello, Mary Beth.

Nice Dog.

And This Is Supposed

To Help Me Wrestle?

Yes. But First,

We Need Some Music.

All Right, No Problem.

I Got It.

[Mimicking Hip-Hop Beat]

[Laughs]

You Know What?

I Kinda Brought My Own.

Fine.

Just Tryin' To Help.

[Dance Music Playing]

Now Let's Dance, Ok?

Put Your Hands

On My Waist.

I Promise I've Had

All My Shots.

Heh.

So Have I.

This Isn't

Ballroom Dancing.

It's Wrestling, Ok?

Contact Position.

Ok, We're Gonna

Move Right And Left.

Just Go With

The Flow, Ok?

1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8.

Now Back.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Forward,

1, 2, 3...

[Stomping]

[Rattling]

1, 2, 3, 4.

All Right.

1, 2, 3, 4.

This Is Working.

This Is Working.

3, 4, And Spin.

Ok, This Is

Not Working, Ok?

There's No Spinning

In Wrestling.

I Know. I Just Thought

It Was Pretty Funny.

Ok...

This Is Jesse

The Wonder Dog.

He's Gonna Be

Your Wrestling Partner.

Uhh!

Every Move Should Flow

Into The Next, Ok?

Uh, Your Opponent Acts,

You React.

So, Now Show Me

Referee Position.

[Grunts]

Ok. In A Reversal,

Step One Is To Bring

Your Right Knee Up.

Step 2, Swing Your

Left Knee Through.

Step 3, Lean On

Your Left Elbow.

Step 4,

Grab The Outside Leg

And The Inside Arm

And You Flip.

So, How Does That Feel?

Pthhh! Ech.

Furball.

Mary Beth:

I Remember When

My Youngest Brother Tim

Told Dad That

He Was Gonna Play Golf

Instead Of Wrestle.

My Poor Father

Felt So Betrayed.

Both Your Other Brothers

Are Wrestlers?

Oh, Big Time.

Billy Was A State Champ

His Junior

And Senior Year.

Man,

How Does Your Mom

Handle All That

Testosterone?

Are You Kidding?

She's Even More Into It

Than My Dad.

I Mean, There Could Be

10,000 People At A Meet,

And You Could Hear Her

Screaming Over Everybody.

Ha Ha.

That Is, Until

I Start Screaming,

And Then We're Like

Dueling Maniacs,

Yelling And Carrying On

Until Everybody Else

Clears Out Around Us.

Hmm.

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