Necessary Roughness Page #3

- You've got a year of eligibility left.|- For football? Get outta town!

Stand here and tell me|you don't miss it.

l miss some parts.|Going both ways this year?

That's the plan, yeah.

Look, Andre, we really need you.

Man, it's been a long time|since l kicked some butt.

l'll see you in class.

OK, Banks. Ready? Hut!

You're supposed to be hitting|the sled, not humping a butterfly!

l want you mean, l want you nasty,|l want you to eat raw meat!

Get your ass outta here!

All right, next!

Andre does not eat raw meat,|'cause Andre is a vegetarian.

Eat whatever you want, Andre.

Hi, sports fans!

Chuck here to bring you coverage|of today's game on campus radio.

The ArmadiIIos are getting ready|to kick off their 1 0-game season.

l'm all alone,|thanks to the broadcast blackout.

The nation's press will miss out|on one hell of a game...

...or at least a noble effort.

Here come the Texas Bobcats!

Come on!

The Bobcats came|with a squad of 1 19 pIayers.

Over 1 4,000 faithfuI fans drove up in|their Winnebagos and pick-up trucks.

Go!

And now, here are aII 1 7 of your new|Texas State Fighting ArmadiIIos!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, guys. Let's go.

- Gentlemen.|- Listen up.

Give me 1 00%. Just give me 1 00%.

The last time the team took the field,

they won a national championship|but lost their self-respect.

l want you to get it back.

All right!

Way to go, guys!

- Not much of a crowd.|- We have the home field advantage.

The Alamo was the home field!

WiIkerson takes the baII|at the five, on the right side.

And he is greeted by three Bobcats.|Too bad.

He onIy had eight men Ieft to beat.

Keep it simple.|Our bread-and-butter play.

Brown right, 22 trap. Go ahead!

The Bobcats' defence is anchored|by 'Doberman' Harris,

AII-American despite missing|two games due to...rabies shots.

Hey, High School!

Oh, doggy breath!|Bad doggy, bad doggy!

Blue, 42.

Set! Hut! Hut!

BIake's Iooking to hand off.|StiII Iooking. Quarterback keeper.

- Who missed the assignment?|- Everybody did! Perfect!

Get the hell out of there!

Again, run it.

Bobcats! Bobcats!

The ArmadiIIos have 2nd down|on their own 1 6.

They run the baII again|but onIy Iost two yards.

Nice pIay, guys!

Third down coming up.

Blake's the only Armadillo alive|when the Beatles were together.

Again.|Well, they haven't run it yet!

OK, guys, quiet down.

- Brown, right, 22 trap.|- We just ran that.

They're gonna kill us.

- They're looking for that one.|- They haven't seen it!

- Let's save that for later.|- All right, just settle down.

Screw it!

Straight up pass blocking.|Fly pattern.

Square in, square in. On two, ready?

Break!

Third down and Iong situation.|Let's see what the 'DiIIos do here.

PauI BIake comes to the Iine.|He takes the snap.

He's back fast!

- He goes deep! He's got a cannon!|- What the hell's that?

Featherstone has a step!|He's aII aIone!

He's got...|Oh! In and out of his hands!

Damn!

Oh, no, no, no!

- He was wide open. We'll get it.|- Blake, sit down.

Popke! You're going in for Blake!

l called a running play, not a pass.

McKenzie to punt for the ArmadiIIos.

Not much of a hang time.|They got a piece of that one!

- Send in your defence.|- Samurai?

The ArmadiIIos send in their|defence, Eric 'Samurai' Hansen.

They're pIaying Iron Man footbaII,|pIaying both offence and defence.

The Bobcats, however,|have a fresh squad on the fieId.

Double wing! Double wing!

- Double wing! Double wing!|- Motion left! Motion left!

- Hey, that's my man!|- l got him! l got him!

The ArmadiIIos are giving StiIIman|quadrupIe coverage to the right.

Moses is wide open!

It's a touchdown!

Move, 45!

Set!

Hut! Hut!

Popke's in for BIake,|with a distinctive throwing styIe.

Blow the whistle! Blow the whistle!

lt'll be a long day|but a good one, right?

Boo!

PauI BIake has not come back|into the game. I'm sure...

Just tell Dean Elias l called.|Thank you.

l'd appreciate it. Yes, please.

l'll be here. Thank you.

- How are you?|- Got a second?

Of course, of course.

- l think we ought to talk.|- My door's open to my players.

- lncluding the ones you bench?|- Even the ones l threw off my team.

Sit down, Blake.

- l'll give you everything l got...|- lt's not enough.

You've ten other guys with you.|l need what they've got, too.

Their leader can't leave them behind.

l just want to play, Coach.|You want me to hand-off, l'll do it.

- lt's your team.|- No, no, it has to be your team.

You want me to hang out|with them? Be their pal?

l can't tell you how to do that.

You'll have to work that out|for yourself.

''The crowd seemed taken with|the bull-dogging skills of favourite,''

''handsome Wyatt Beaudry|of Comanche Gap,''

''who finished eighth|in the steer-wrestling event.''

l suppose that qualifies|as a lead for a story, Wyatt.

You've got all five 'Ws': what, when,|where, why and especially who.

As in ''Who gives a sh*t?''

lf we could move along...|the next one is by Mr Blake.

''Gennero's return to the Texas State|Fighting Armadillos was marred''

''by a 65-0 shellacking|by the Southwest Texas Bobcats''

''at TSU Stadium on Saturday.''

That's a solid opening.

Sure. He had a great view|from the bench!

''This contest wasn't|about one football game.''

''lt was a test of one man's ideals.|The Armadillos did that man proud.''

''Ed Gennero...|he won because they played.''

Dean EIias here, Coach.|Tough outing Saturday.

- Thought you had them!|- It was a Iearning experience.

- They need a IittIe conditioning.|- Took the words out of my mouth.

I can heIp. How about a scrimmage|with a state institution?

- Thank you, Dean.|- PIease, Coach. I'm a giver!

Cheerio!

- l got a funny feeling about this.|- Don't worry, Wally.

Dean Elias assured me that|we're dealing with real sportsmen.

How do you do?

As loyal fans, we're pleased|to help you in your time of need.

We look forward|to a spirited workout.

Gentlemen, this is your home field|so please take the ball.

Right, 'Dillos, let's get it on!|Yeah!

l'm gonna cripple that pinhead!

Blue, 32!

l want you to know something.|l believe you're all innocent.

l mean that. l feel a lot of love|on this field today.

Come on, you're offside!

You know, l usually play tennis|instead of football.

- What are you in for?|- Computer fraud.

l don't feel so good.|l think l swallowed a finger.

Yeah!

Wally, come on. Get up.|People are watching!

lf this wasn't frigging Astro Turf,|l'd dig my grave!

Blakeman pitches to Sarge.|Sarge bumps into his own man!

lt's a fumble. Fumbalaya!

Sargie 'Fumbalina' Wilkerson|fumbles the ball!

Watch the ball.|Concentrate, McKenzie!

Looks Iike the ArmadiIIos|may not break the jinx today!

They won't break|into that 'W' coIumn.

It's sad that in every game|there has to be a Ioser.

Bring it up more!

The ArmadiIIos are Iooking for|anything to keep their spirits up.

Come on, lron Men! Don't give up!

Come on, keep kicking!

Move it, l said! Get it on!

Get it on! Move it!

They drop their seventh|heartbreaker of the season.

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