Gridiron Gang Page #7

That's it! That's it! That's it!

'Bout time for practice, isn't it?

I gotta miss today. Goin' to the hospital.

How's she doin'?

Not that good. They don't give her long.

Sean, if you wanna take some time off,

you know...

She won't let me.

Hey, shouldn't the team be out there?

Yeah.

He's on his way.

How come you guys aren't out there?

It's for your mom, Coach.

We all signed the card.

Yeah, tell her she needs to get better

so she can come see us, Coach.

That's right, man.

For real.

Thanks.

You guys get out there and practice.

Hey, Coach.

My next touchdown's

gonna be for your mom.

All right, y'all, bring it in. Come on.

One, two, three.

Porter!

I see

Kenny.

- And where's Willie?

- Right here.

- They're some good boys.

- Yeah. They are.

Ya know, what's crazy, Mom,

is next year I'll have a whole new group.

That's a long way away.

I'm so proud of you.

- Your father would be proud of you too.

- Mom.

He tried, Sean.

He tried.

You're so darn stubborn.

I know.

Guess if it wasn't for bein' stubborn,

there wouldn't be no football team.

You know my greatest accomplishment?

I raised a good man.

A couple hours later, she was gone.

That game today was just like a dream.

I stood on those sidelines thinkin' about her

and all the games she watched me play.

All the times she bandaged my cuts,

got me ice packs.

She washed my stuff.

She cheered me on.

She cheered me up.

I just felt so bad for all those kids

who never knew that type of mother.

What about your dad?

I don't talk about him.

I'm glad to hear that things

are getting better, Mom.

Maybe when I get out

we can live together again.

Football is great. And I'm good at it now.

I love sackin' the quarterback.

Sometimes I can't even believe it's legal.

Throwin TD's don't pay as much

as slingin' rocks,

but damn, it feel good.

Grandma, you'd be proud of me.

I'm stayin' outta trouble.

I don't have enemies here anymore.

We done won seven in a row now.

I can't remember the exact number

of touchdowns I scored.

I think about 60.

Dear Danyelle,

I wish you would write back to me.

I'm different than I was.

I think you would like me again

if you saw me play football.

How ya doin'?

Doin' great, sir. How can I help you?

- I've got a letter for a Danyelle Rollins.

- Well, who from?

Willie Weathers.

- And who are you?

- His football coach.

- Isn't that kid in jail?

- Yeah, he is.

We've got a team now.

And Willie's a hell of a player.

He's also a hell of a young man.

I just don't understand how you could

read his letters and not write him back.

I never got any letters.

Look, mister, my baby's going to college.

She's gettin' outta this place.

Daddy, you kept his letters from me?

And if she's going to fulfill her potential,

there's no room in her life

for some gang member.

- Ya understand that?

- Absolutely.

That's not who Willie is anymore.

With a little bit of support,

maybe he'll stay that way.

I'm glad to hear it.

But I'm not willing to bet

my daughter's future on it.

I understand. Thank you.

Thank you. Enjoy your visit.

- Who ya here for?

- Willie Weathers. I'm his brother.

- You're awful big for a six-year-old.

- Say what?

Says here Willie has one brother,

six years old.

- That's wrong, 'cause I'm here, ain't I?

- Yeah. Yes, you are.

But you ain't gettin' in.

Come on, man, I'm all he's got.

Sorry. Now, you have a nice day.

B*tch.

I'll catch you on the rebound, homey!

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome

a new addition to the Mustang team...

Mustang Cheerleaders

from Camp Scott, California.

Camp Scott, that's that girls' prison.

That's my girl Cherise! She's so hot, man.

Who? The one on the end there?

Go Mustangs!

Nah. Come on, now, the one in the middle.

Hot like the summer.

The one in the middle!

Hey, hey! All right, eyes front!

Hey, turn around! Turn around!

And at the end of the two-minute warning,

the Mustangs lead 17-14.

Drac! Yo, Drac!

Do your thing, boy! Drac!

- Show these niggas what you can do!

- What up, baby!

Willie! Get goin'. Let's go! Focus!

Green 18. Hut!

Yeah, baby!

Touchdown, number 13,

Willie Weathers for the Mustangs.

That's what I'm talkin' about!

- 88, baby!

- I'm gonna represent, baby!

Hut!

And that's the game,

Mustangs 21, Eagles 7.

Mustangs! We're goin' to the playoffs!

Good game.

Good game, good game.

Y'all did y'all thing.

Good job, good job. Wassup?

- Congratulate on the 88.

- 8-8!

88 for life, homey.

What up, 95?

- Get up off of me, b*tch!

- What up?

You be payin' for that, nigga!

- You a bluff! You ain't got nothin', fool!

- Don't let me catch you in the street.

I be like this! I know that! Take that, nigga!

Kelvin!

Go to sleep. Go to sleep!

Free!

- Any news?

- No, he's still in surgery.

Sean,

they're makin' us forfeit the playoff game.

Season's over.

I told those kids

that no matter what happened,

they'd be winners.

Hey, man, you did your best.

We all did our best, I guess.

- What do we tell 'em now?

- That's what I don't know.

All right, gentlemen, line it up.

Come on, move! We've done this before.

Let's go!

A line here. A line here. A line here.

I heard about you. You buster!

Got your boy Free killed.

- I'll kill you!

- Get off me!

I'll kill all you b*tches!

- I'm 88! 88 for life!

- It's Willie. Come on, man!

Did you hear me! 88 for life, b*tch!

- He goin' crazy!

- I'm a 88! 88! 88, man!

Get 'im off me!

Screw this b*tch-ass football team!

- You're goin' to the box, Willie.

- I don't give a sh*t!

Get 'im outta here!

And I don't need this football team sh*t!

I just got back from the hospital.

Kelvin's gonna be okay.

Better for me if the nigga was dead.

Ya think so? I really don't think it matters

'cause you're screwed either way, Willie.

Your homeys know what you did yesterday.

So you go back to the hood,

they're gonna put a bullet in your head,

'cause they think you're not down

for the set anymore.

No matter what you say now.

You know what? I think they're right.

Man!

You better be good to me, a**hole,

'cause I'm all you got!

- Man, f*** you!

- Who else cares about you?

I don't need nobody else!

You don't give a sh*t about me

or anybody else!

Man, that's right!

Then why'd you try

and save Kelvin yesterday?

Huh? Answer me that!

Why'd you side with the enemy

over your own homeboy!

Man, 'cause-a you!

And this damn football team, man!

That's bullshit! You made a choice!

No, I didn't!

I ain't even know what was happenin' to me!

It was just so...

Everything so quick!

I don't know what's happenin' to me, man.

I do.

You're not the loser you were

when you first got here, Willie.

You're just not used to bein' a winner.

My father said I was a waste of his time

and his money.

Your father was a loser, Willie.

My old man was the same way.

He spent so much time tellin' me

I was no good, tellin' me I was nothin',

I believed him.

That why you so pissed off all the time?

Yeah, that's probably got

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