Gracie Page #6

He just wanted to hang out

so we could talk about you.

I loved Johnny, Gracie.

He left me, too.

Anyway, I already have

a new best friend...

and I'm gonna stay here

with her until she's done.

If she decides she wants

some food, it's here, too.

Heard that's a good book.

We drew Kingston

for our first game.

The whole town's comin' out.

I want you there.

To play?

To support your team.

You mean to sit on the bench.

The team's

wearin' armbands for Johnny.

Go on.

Go.

You can do it.

Go.

You'll be fine.

- Let's go, boys.

- Yes, sir!

Go, go, go.

- Right.

- Let's move it up.

Yes...

We got a game to win.

G-O.

Let's go.

Let's go, boys.

Go, go, go!

I'm here

for the game, Coach.

Hey.

I got a jersey for you.

This was Johnny's.

Now it's yours.

Switch it. Switch it.

Close it up. Close it up.

Then move. Come on. Go on.

Take him out.

There it is.

There it is.

Oh!

Come on,

get back on defense!

Move it back!

Flatten out here.

Flatten out.

No cross.

Move it up.

Move it up, boys.

Switch it, switch it.

Switch the field.

Pressure.

Get pressure in there.

Yeah.

That's what we want!

That's what we want!

I'm on it. I'm on it.

I told you to cover

the far post.

Wicker, go in for Polo.

Move it, Wicker.

Pick him up.

Pick him up, pick him up.

Squeeze him, Donny,

squeeze him.

Pick it up. Pick it up.

Pick up the side.

Whoo-hoo!

Did you see that?

Did anybody pick him up?

No! He just walked in there!

Yeah!

It's sudden death overtime.

Whoever scores wins.

I'm not a moron.

That's a nice hit.

Peter. Peter.

Tell Kyle

to stay down. Hurry.

Ref, I'm makin' a change.

Coach, Coach, I'm fine.

I can still play.

Bowen.

Bowen.

Get up here.

I want you to take

the free kick.

Can you do it?

Okay, get in there.

Whatever you do,

hit the target.

Big freakin' mistake.

Colasanti.

Sit down.

What are you doing?

I'm taking the shot.

You got to be kidding me.

This better be good.

Don't blow it.

Come on, Gracie.

You can do this.

Wait till you're ready.

You can do anything.

I... I can't look.

Bowen, what are you doin'?

Get your head in the game.

You got corner.

You better be there.

Get back. Get back.

Let's get back!

Tighten up.

I told you to cover

the far post.

You don't want to do it,

you get off the field.

Give me the ball.

Bowen, what are you doin!?

You're playing forward.

Give me the ball.

Give me the ball.

Get rid of it, Bowen.

Get rid of it.

Oh!

Ref, that's a foul.

Come on, Bowen.

Get off the field.

Off the field.

Give me the ball.

Pass it. I'm open. Pass it.

Pass it! Pass it!

Finish it. Finish it.

Yeah!

She did it!

She did it!

She did it!

Yeah!

Gracie!

Dad!

Daddy!

Gracie!

Gracie!

Gracie! Gracie!

Gracie! Gracie!

Gracie! Gracie!

Gracie! Gracie!

Gracie! Gracie!

Gracie! Gracie!

Gracie!

#Well, I stood stone-like

at midnight #

#Suspended in my masquerade #

#And I combed my hair

till it was just right #

#And commanded

the night brigade #

#I was open to pain

and crossed by the rain #

#And I walked

on a crooked crutch #

#I strolled all alone

through a fallout zone #

#Came out

with my soul untouched #

#I hid in the clouded wrath

of the crowd #

#When they said, ''Sit down,''

I stood up #

#Ooh #

#Growin' up #

#The flag of piracy

flew from my mast #

#My sails were set

wing to wing #

#I had a jukebox

graduate for first mate #

#She couldn't sail,

but she sure could sing #

#And I pushed b-52

and bombed them with the blues #

#With my gear set stubborn

on standing #

#I broke all the rules,

strafed my own high school #

#Never once gave thought

to landing #

#I hid in the clouded warmth

of the crowd #

#When they said, ''Come down,''

I threw up #

#Ooh #

#Growin' up #

#Ooh #

#Growin' up #

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