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Saint Francis to drink.

Pardon me.

You came back.

Yes.

Why?

I don't know, exactly.

Why did you go away

without saying anything?

I don't know that exactly, either.

I think it was because of that fright.

- I know that sounds strange...

- Whoa.

You're looking

at something I lost, boy.

- What's that?

- My friend.

But I ain't complaining.

Yeah, there was a lot of boys

who didn't have any prime.

Well, Why'd you stop playing?

Well, your mama used to say,

God made me for two reasons.

One was to love her,

and the other was to play

good music for good people.

She called it, "My Pilgrimage Road."

She's a good woman, your mama.

Pure, bright light.

Yeah, she is one great flower,

your mama.

But... she had horrible taste in men.

I'll fly away, Lord

I'll fly away

One of these mornings

I'll fly away

One of these days when I die, oh, Lord

I'm gonna fly

Fly away

Come on.

Some glad morning

When this life is over

I'll

Fly away

Yeah.

To a home

On God's celestial shore

I'll fly away

Come on, celestial.

Oh, I'll fly away

Oh, glory

I'll fly away

Come on.

When God's Hallelujah, by and by

I'll fly away

There you go.

Well, by George, you're all right.

I'm proud of you.

Your bright light is...

Listen now, it's getting late,

and you've got to go to church tomorrow,

so... maybe you better hit the hay.

Know what I mean?

Good night, Brandon.

He's spending his life

Spending his life

On the wings of a dove

Wings on a dove

On the wings of a stark white dove

He sang this pure, sweet song

The sign from above

Sign from above

On the wings of a dove

Wings of a dove

On the wings of a small, white dove

He said his...

The sign from above

Sign from above

On the wings of a dove

Wings of a dove

Daddy?

Daddy? You in here?

If there's one thing I'd like to do

Hey, Brandon.

Oh.

Brandon. Brandon!

Come here. Come here.

Marty, will you please come get me?

Marty, please.

Hello, Marty.

One night.

Couldn't stay sober

for one stinking night, could you?

Oh, come on.

I just got stupid.

I let my guard down. I got stupid.

- Hey. You okay?

- Come on.

- Yeah.

- You can't tell Barbara now.

- Nobody's gonna hurt you.

- Okay.

If you tell Barbara,

she'll never let me see him again!

Sobriety some habit, Dad.

Day in, day out.

When you hear a little lie,

that's what it is.

Think if I had a little taste,

you know, a little sip.

Calm your nerves, you know?

You'll think you earned it.

But life is a fact, Marty.

And that's how I got my butt kicked.

You can't win on your own.

No one can.

There's only one straight way

down that road.

You just have to have the courage

to take it.

Eh... like you.

Right, Marty? Just like you.

You want help?

I mean, you really want help?

I'll be there for you.

Until then, you stay out of our lives.

Burlsworth, hold on!

One more chance, do it right this time.

It's your turn, Brandon.

Show us how it's done.

- Come on, Brandon!

- Come on, Brandon. Kill him, let's go.

Come on, Brandon!

- Go!

- Go, Brandon.

Hey, guys, have I told you lately

that I love you?

- No, sir, you haven't.

- I'll get back to you all on that.

- Have a good day, coach.

- Get out of here, big fella.

Morning, coach. Sleep well?

You really got to get

some new material, boy.

I get here plenty early.

Uh, you took what I said

about being the first one here

and the last one to leave

literally, didn't you?

I didn't know you was part rooster.

I'd never said it.

You think I'm wasting my time, coach?

It doesn't matter what other people think,

it only matters what you think.

But, coach...

it's natural for some guys.

It's like they were made for it,

and I wasn't.

I have to suffer for everything I get.

You know, maybe it's not

what God wants.

So, one guy gets $10,000

handed to him,

and another guy has to work for it.

Now, they both got $10,000,

but the second guy gained a whole lot

more along the way than just the money.

Now who do you think is better off?

Still wanna be a Razorback?

- Yes, sir. Real bad.

- Good news.

I got you a visit.

- Coach, are you serious?

- Now, hold your horses.

You're meetin' Coach Bender,

the O-Line coach.

I told him you were

a diamond in the rough.

It's not an offer.

It's just an unofficial visit.

Thanks, Coach.

What's that mean, unofficial?

Well, in your case, it means it's a long

shot, so, you just go and have fun, okay?

Yes, sir.

Brandon.

- Yeah?

- Where are you going?

Oh.

- Sorry, Coach.

- Good Lord, son.

You just had to be

the first one here, didn't you?

That's pretty awesome, isn't it?

Bran.

Don't get too attached, all right?

I mailed these tapes out to every school

on your list, and we got nothin'.

I didn't want to go

to those schools, anyway.

What?

I'll handle the stuff on the field.

You just handle the stuff

off the field, and we'll be just fine.

Bran, don't you think

if they really wanted you,

they would have made

this visit official?

Have faith, Marty. This is my road.

Okay.-

We'll keep trying.

Who knows?

Hand out enough of these tapes, maybe

we'll get lucky. Excuse me, coach. Coach.

Marty Burlsworth. That's for you.

- I'm a janitor.

- You...

Oh, well, doesn't mean you can't

appreciate some good football.

And if you like what you see,

his name's Burlsworth, talk him up.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Hey. Watch where you're going, turd.

Sorry, man. Sorry.

You're not called turd.

Excuse me. Coming right

through here, thank you.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

It's Coach Bender, It's Coach Bender.

- Shake his hand, shake his hand.

- And you're Chris, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, thanks for coming out today.

- Brandon Burlsworth...

- Hey, how you doing, coach?

I know who you are, big fella. Look at

you, I can tell you've been working.

Look at this, I got myself

a line next year, don't I?

- It's good to see you all here, gentlemen.

- This is Brandon.

Listen, enjoy the game, fellas.

I appreciate you coming out.

We'll see you all later.

Please welcome Timothy Gunter,

your Arkansas Razorback marching band.

Woo!

- Marty, Marty!

- Yeah?

That's Coach Bender right there.

Go talk to him.

- Say something, please.

- What am I supposed to say? Hey, coach.

We'll call ya.

Uh, coach, listen...

All right,

I'm gonna cut right to the chase.

This is D1. This is the S.E.C.

It's not some rinky-dink league.

How big are you?

6'2". 245, I think.

But it ain't the size

of the dog in the fight, coach.

Says the poodle to the pitbull.

You're high school-sized, son.

You've got to be 300 to play liner

at this level. That's all there is to it.

So, you tell your coach it was a good try.

I appreciate you coming out.

But we're just wasting our time here.

I'm sorry. You're just not big enough.

Thank you, coach. Come on, let's go.

- Bran.

- I can get bigger.

You wanna walk-on, have your own way,

we certainly won't stop you.

We can always use a warm body on the

scout team to hold blocking dummies.

And if it will make you feel any better,

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