Necessary Roughness Page #2

All right!

Good job.

- Excuse me.|- Excuse me.

- ls 209 West this way?|- Who's your kid?

l'm not looking for my kid,|l'm looking for my room.

- Whoa, a 40-year-old freshman?|- Maybe he knew Elvis.

Discipline is everything.|But everything is nothing.

Bullshit!

Wells Fargo coming through!

Come in!

Hi.

We're gonna miss it. Let's go!

Hi.

Paul Blake. Looks like|we're gonna be roommates.

Laikai Manumana.

Well, lakay-manu-mana to you, too.

No, Mr Blake, that's my name.

l'm from Samoa, the big island.|l'm called Manumana.

lt means ''Runt of the Litter''.

The other men in my family|are very large.

Well...

- Excuse me.|- Can l get you anything?

Another pillow?|A cup of Samoan tea?

Maybe something|comfortable to wear?

What's with all the attention?

Where l come from,|we're taught to respect our elders.

Well, l'm not that old, all right?

- Thank you.|- Sure.

Oh, God!

Get outta there! Get up! Come on!

Hut! Hut!

Featherstone?

Did you run the hurdles in 1 3.2?

- 1 3 flat, sir.|- Excuse me. Go long, pattern right.

Thank you.

Set!

Hut! Hut!

Come on!

- Keep your eyes on the ball, son!|- And keep your hands on the ball!

Featherstone, once again. Try again.|Come on.

Set... Hut! Hut!

Try again! Keep trying, son!|Just keep your eyes on the ball!

Damn!

Again!

- Again!|- Hut!

Good! That's better!

What the hell is it, Samurai?|You got a problem?

My master said football is not just|a game of smashing heads.

lt is a contest to control|and occupy territory.

No sh*t?

My master says, ''Put your money|where your mouth is.''

All right!

Set! Hut!

lt works for me.

- What's the story, Wally?|- He could've been the greatest.

l saw him pass for five touchdowns|in the high school championships.

- l had him set to go to Penn State.|- Then what happened?

His father died,|and he never thought twice.

He gave it all up|to run the family business.

He missed college.

He missed everything.

Oh, God, l'm sorry! You OK?

No. l was just hit in the head|by a racquetball.

- Could l have my ball?|- Yeah.

Thanks. 1 0 - 8.

l'm really sorry l hit you.

Oh...it's OK.

l...

Never let these kids see|you're hurting.

Yeah. They smell liniment and they're|on you like a pack of wild dogs!

A freshman called me ma'am,|l wanted to smack him.

l know what you mean.

- Well, l'm glad you're OK.|- Yeah. No, l'm...

Are you in a hurry?

Yeah, teaching four classes|tomorrow. What's your department?

Athletics.

We'll probably run into each other|at the faculty mixer.

Probably.

- OK.|- See you around.

l'll need McKenzie,|and l want the two twins.

No, not the twins.

They're the only two who like|each other without being suspect.

They have to protect your ageing|quarterback. l'll give you Granger.

- Granger?|- No, you won't.

Hello, Dean.

Jesus! Even a rattlesnake|gives you some warning.

- What's wrong with Granger?|- lncomplete summer school.

You know the rule: no pass, no play.

That shouldn't be a problem.|We'll take it to the Appeals Board...

Absolutely.|The Appeals Board meets in July.

Or is it every other July?

l'm sure you wouldn't circumvent|the rules, Mr 'Straight Arrow'.

- Sorry, you just lost Granger.|- l'm sorry, too, Wally.

- Wally, right?|- You can call me Walter.

And while we're at it...

...Florentine, Pasarelli, Prescott,|Risdon, Marks...

Wait a minute. All of them?

As of this morning.|Grade point averages too low.

- You expect us to field a team?|- l don't.

Well, that's a quick end to a season.

You don't have enough for offence.|l don't have enough for defence.

Wally?

- We do if we play both ways.|- Are you kidding?

lron Man football with these daisies?|You're taking too many pills!

You OK?

Set!

Hut! Hut!

Hold it.

- Pads?|- No pads for me.

ln Australian Rules, only the ref|and spectators wear pads. Trust me.

l'll respect your wishes,|but it's your responsibility.

Right.

Set! Hut!

Oh, McKenzie!

Check him out.

- He's still breathing.|- Some room, some room, guys.

How do you like that? He held|onto the ball. Get him some pads.

Pads could hurt his game.

Excuse me?

- Will the lectures cover everything?|- How should l know?

Well, aren't you the professor?

Sweetheart, that's not the prof.|That's the bloody quarterback!

Excuse me.|You don't teach athletics?

l don't think|l ever used the word 'teach'.

Fine. Have a seat, Mr...?

Blake. Paul Blake.

- Good morning, Mr Blake.|- Morning, Mr Blake.

Good morning.

Some of you may think|this is a coaster's class.

lf so, you're in the wrong room.

On the other hand, if you have|any problems, just come to me.

l'm here to help you, OK?|This is Journalism 1 01 .

Suzanne.

Suzanne?

Dr Carter, please.

Look...l didn't mean|to mislead you yesterday.

Well, yes, l did. lt's just that...

You were embarrassed. Let's get|one thing straight, Mr Blake.

Paul.

lt's admirable that a man|your age has the courage

to offer your body up|to the football gods.

l don't give special treatment,|so wear a helmet

and save a few brain cells for my class.

l guess this is a bad time|to ask you out?

- You want to see me? l have a class.|- That's why l want to see you.

Please have a seat.

lt's about you taking over|Journalism 1 01 .

Last year, the jocks nicknamed it|'Schmooze the News'.

They thought it was a pushover.

l wondered why so many guys|named Bubba signed up.

Don't worry.|l don't give free rides, Dean.

Phillip. And l don't give|free rides either.

Hold all calls.

You're a special person|here at TSU, l mean that.

Harvard, ''The Washington Post'',|yet you chose to come back to me.

l meant to say 'us'.

That's why you won't disappoint|someone who sees a future in you...

...Suzanne.

- That's very nice.|- Yes, l know.

- Sometimes l can be nice.|- l'm so late. Excuse me.

Even in these past few days...|Something of a kinship!

And l know you feel it, too.

This thing about to happen here|is really funky.

Check out a supernova.

That's an explosion that|jacks up a star's luminosity

to 1 0 to 45th power joules, and|when that happens, cop some shade!

l know what you're thinking:|''Will this help me get a job?''

No. But they made me watch|this film, so now you must.

Class over! Get out!

Next time, chapter 8 on gravitation.

Mr Paul Blake. The Armadillos' man.|l've been reading about you.

What is your interest|in Celestial Mechanics?

- lt was either this or Home Ec.|- You took the easy way out, huh?

On the farm, you spend nights|staring at the sky.

- What for? Praying for rain?|- Something like that.

There was an Andre Krimm,|played tackle, Lincoln High.

All-State. Big, ugly guy.

Bringing back some old memories.

You want the story?

l got a scholarship for football and|chemistry, but Coach didn't see it.

''l didn't want|no chemistry professor!''

''Take basket weaving|and kick some butt.''

Doesn't look like|you dropped chemistry.

BS in five semesters. Masters|in one year. l'm halfway to my PhD.

- l'm not bragging.|- Doesn't sound like it...too much.

Just a little bit!

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