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you've got to be hard-headed enough

to stick with it, even when it hurts.

Brandon taught us that.

Yeah, that's gonna be

a real nice gesture, Mikey.

It might just turn things right around.

He's gonna be all right, Barbara.

Hard day. Life isn't easy.

Nothing worth having ever is.

Praise God.

Wow, fellas, look at this guy.

Whew. And I thought I was fat.

- God, you are fat.

- He's way fatter than me.

He's fatter than you.

- Just by a little, though.

- More than a little.

All linemen, you're coming with me.

Say good-bye to Mommy and Daddy.

You belong to me now.

Have a good morning,

welcome to university.

Yeah. Thanks for turning down

all of those scholarships.

Good luck, boys.

272, coach.

You can't hit that.

Next. Burlsworth.

- The walk-on.

- Yes, sir.

Woo. How many Twinkies

did it take to do that?

They'll let anyone walk on.

I'm telling you.

330, Coach.

6'3 1/2", 330.

I had you at 6'2", 245.

You are Brandon Burlsworth, right?

Yes, sir. You said

I wasn't big enough last fall.

You telling me you put on 85 pounds

in one year?

That's gotta be

some kind of record.

I got a bit taller, too.

But that's God's doin', not mine.

Mm-hmm. Well, I don't know

whether to congratulate you,

or put you on life support.

50% body fat ain't exactly

what I had in mind.

Go get your gear, lunchbox.

Oh, hoo hoo.

Stay right where you are here.

Uh, Coach Ford's got a new policy, he's

gonna put a walk-on in every suite.

If scholarship players need anything,

you're gonna get it, okay?

And, uh, you two are rooming together.

Go pick out your lockers.

Burlsworth, those are

the scholarship lockers.

Walk-on's over that way.

Yo, coach, just tell him

there's cupcakes in there.

- Large. Extra, extra large.

- With icing.

Ooh, that boy's big.

Extra large. Extra large.

Come on, stretch it out, boys!

Stretch it now

and carry off the field later.

- Up!

- Coach?

I want you to figure out

which one of these linemen

are the oreo-nibbling,

ningy-tendo playing ones,

and which one of them just getting

the gravy off mom's cooking.

- All right?

- Yeah, I got you.

- Come on.

- Fast feet, fast feet, fast feet!

Come on, fast feet. That's half speed,

gentlemen. I need fast feet.

Pick it up, boys, pick it up!

This is not good enough.

Turd.

Come on, Burlsworth. You're up.

Ready to go to school, son? Woo!

Get set!

Come on, fatty, let's go!

Come on! You can walk, can't you?

You obviously can't hit a sled.

Bring it up, bring it up, bring it up.

Go!

Well, he wants it more than any of them.

Yeah, he's trying, all right.

He just might make it.

Make it? I just hope he lives.

Oh!

When are you gonna learn,

it is not about strength

and size, it is about footwork.

Skills.

You know, everybody thinks

that the backs and the receivers

are the skilled players. Uh-uh.

What they got is God-given talent.

You can't teach that.

A skill is something that you learn.

And that's why linemen

are the real skilled players,

because everything that you do,

is something that you learned.

Burlsworth, barn, bam, barn!

And your hands inside.

Hit 'em on the steering wheel,

drive that mat.

Coach?

Bring it back, bring it back.

Y'all keep working.

Why are you wasting your time

working with that kid?

This ain't a fantasy camp.

He's a walk-on.

Stick a blocking dummy in his hand.

We got two weeks

before the season starts,

Everybody on my line

is gonna get a chance, coach.

We just might find a diamond

in the rough.

You looking for diamonds,

go to Murfreesboro, okay?

Work with the ones

who can help us, Mike, please.

- Come on, man.

- Come here.

- Let's go five steps...

- Sixty-four, 69, and 42.

I want you to report

to coach Ford, right now.

The rest of you,

you're gonna be redshirtin'.

That means no ball this year.

You're gonna be on the scout team.

But, coach, I mean... what about us?

Well, all the walk-ons that are left

are gonna be redshirtin', too.

But coach. Redshirt?

You saying that, we don't even get

a chance to get a scholarship this year?

Scholarship?

Um, oh, boy.

Not easy getting a scholarship.

But what you are doing is helping

the team get ready every week.

And in that regard you are invaluable,

so I want you to hold your heads high.

All right, now let's call it up.

Let's go, baby. Bring it up, bring it up.

Way to work today, way to work.

"Ours" on three. One, two, three.

- Ours!

- Hey, freshman, put that up for me.

Coach? Coach Bender.

I really need to earn a scholarship

before the end of this year.

Are you telling me you're not gonna

even give me a real shot?

Listen...

you stick with it, we're gonna let you

dress out for the last game.

But, after that, my final cuts

for spring go on next year.

We don't got a lot of room,

so if you don't make it,

we're gonna need that uniform back.

- Okay.

- Listen, Brandon.

You should be real proud of yourself

for what you've been able

to accomplish so far.

I am.

- Man, we sucked.

- Man, stop depressing yourself.

We got a party to go to tonight,

you should be happy.

You coming, Shamu?

Oh, wait, that's right. You don't drink.

- I got something to do.

- Yeah, I bet you do.

Please don't do that.

That's your man.

Really?

Oh. That's cold.

Woo.

Don't fall over

going back to the bed, fatty.

You're pathetic, man.

Unbelievable.

Yo, man,

I swear that dude is a trip.

He's like an OCD poster child.

Hey, you've gotta kind

of admire it, though.

You know he recopies his notes

in class every night?

Man, come on, Ward. Get out of his stuff.

I mean, if he found

so much of a nickel on a paper,

he'll buy his Wal-Mart stock with it.

You should be buying SlimFast with it.

That's what I'm saying. Fellas.

Has he gone even a single week without

running back home to his mama?

No, of course not. Because he's got to go

tell her all the naughty things we say.

Man, I swear, I think that kid's a robot.

You know he follows the exact

same schedule every single day?

- Yeah, but...

- No, but I'm saying, Garrett.

He's like if Rain Man

and C-3PO had a love child.

No, no, no.

Rain Man and C-3PO are much cooler

than that fat geek.

Come on, man, cut him some slack.

- Slack what? Yeah.

- What is with you?

You wanna take these cookies

back to your friends?

We got plenty at home.

I thought you said I wasn't fat, Mama.

You're not fat. You're just a big old boy.

I'm not getting a scholarship.

They already redshirted me.

I know. Marty told me.

He's been sneakin' away

to some of your practices.

Said you might get to dress,

though, for the last game.

If you do, We'll get some great pictures

so you can show your grandkids

you were a Razorback for a day.

Now, don't forget your laundry.

- You called for it.

- Thanks, Mama.

And watch out for old big trucks.

- I will.

- And pray.

- Love you, Mama.

- I love you too, son.

I... love... you.

Bye, honey.

That's it, move those feet.

Whoa! Whoa!

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