Hoovey Page #6
This is the first time I've ever
felt like it wasn't just me.
I'm a part. Of a team...
llh...
a family.
Come on boys!
Win it on three!
One!
Two!
Three!
Win it!
Hey!
Hey, Dad.
You good?
Yeah, I'm good.
How you doing', bud?
You're not gonna ask me to cough, are ya?
No.
You gotta watch out for number twelve.
That guys likes to hack.
He's got tone lock on you.
Tell me about it.
Just watch your back.
All right.
Thanks, Doc.
He'll be fine.
Hey.
Hey.
Be careful.
Why?
I've got gravitas.
Get out there.
Hey, Mike...
And Derek Jones
with the ball as we begin
the third quarter.
Easy two points. The Cobras are up by four.
Elliot pressing back with the Spartans.
But Jones is all over him!
You've got to give it up for
these undefeated Cobras
and their defense.
But Elliot finds an opening...
and it's up for three!
And the Spartans trail by one.
Jones to number twenty...
Score!
Derek Jones for the three!
As we begin the fourth quarter
the undefeated Cobras are
really beginning to dominate
here tonight.
Our Olympia Spartans trail by ten
with less than four minutes to play.
Donovan Oaks picks up the rebound...
To Jared White...
Score Spartans!
Jones...
A great steal by the Spartans!
Oh yes!
Elliot to Oakes...
Score Spartans!
Ladies and Gentlemen it looks
like our whole team has
some last minute surprises in store.
Hoovey Elliot... to Oakes.
Score Spartans!
Technical foul, you twelve.
Oh Jeff.
This game has clearly
reached a boiling point
for the Cobras' Derek Jones.
But Hoovey's okay, ladies and gentlemen.
He's okay.
You hit him again,
You understand me?
The Spartans'
Eric Hoovey Elliot
is up for the technical free
throws that could tie this game.
The Spartans trail by just one point.
- Yes!
- And it's good!
We have a tied game here, with
just over a minute to play.
number five, Aaron Taylor,
in for Elliot.
We made it.
Good job young man.
Now you're done for tonight.
If only he had a little
more gas in his tank.
Yeah, don't push your luck.
This whole thing's a miracle.
You know that?
Coach?
Yeah?
Give me a minute. I just need a breather.
No sir.
You did your job and
Donovan's got the hot hand.
We can handle it.
Lord, please.
Just one more minute.
I know I can do this.
Personal foul
with number forty-one.
He... He's not very nice.
Time out Spartans.
You sure you're done?
No way, dude.
Ugh.
All right.
Coach?... Yeah?
I can go.
I can go.
Your call.
Oh no you don't.
You're not putting this on me.
Yeah. I am.
Coach, I'm in.
All right, go check yourself in.
Thirty-three.
Now look...
You won't remember the
score like you remember
what happens in the next
forty-five seconds of your life.
Give everybody here
something to believe in.
Do your job.
All right, we on three.
One, two, three...
We!
Let's go!
That's the best pass I
ever saw, Hoovey-man.
Let's take it.
Go Spartans!
That's it.
Let's shoot it, son.
That's enough with all that, man.
Hoovey! Hoovey!
"Hoovey! Hoovey!"
You with me, son?
Hoove!
Are you with me, boy?
Hoove, come on.
Did you see that left move, big boy?
Yeah I saw it, Pinto.
I'm okay, Mom.
Did go in, didn't it?
Nothing but net.
That was my shot, too.
If you think they can't
shoot, you can use a player
from the bench, Coach. Not from the floor.
Coach.
This is my shot.
Mine.
Okay then...
drain it.
Were you really gonna hit that guy?
I still might.
Don't bother.
You all shoulda' been
there when I brought him home
some helmets to try out.
You see, the thing is...
eventually...
we all just have to let go
and get in that wheelbarrow.
Or we'll never get to the other side.
Because believing...
makes it possible.
Faith...
makes it real.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I was having headaches all the time
and, uh, getting sick,
and we thought it was
just a sinus infection.
But we found out that it
was, uh, a brain tumor
the size of an orange.
Surgery was performed to remove the tumor
from Eric's brain.
But a new challenge would arise for Eric
after the surgery.
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