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Give some to you, and you.

Little right there.

Huh? Now, get out there

and play some basketball!

Hands up.

All right, guys.

Think now. Use your head! Hands up!

That's what defense is about-

blocked shots, baby. Now attack that board!

That's how you play defense.

Attack.

All right. All right.

Now, move the ball.

Yeah! Push it, Keith!

Push it! Yeah!

Right there! Good job!

Love it. Yes!

Keith, pass it!

- Time out.

Time out. Time out.

What did we do now?

You're playing basketball, baby.

Yeah!

Listen. "Smelters" on three,

all right? Let's do this.

One, two, three. Smelters!

Let's go. Yes.

You're playing basketball, baby.

Yeah.

Twelve, twelve.

Zone. Hands up.

Fifteen seconds left.

Smelters are only down by one.

- Wes steals the ball.

- Shoot it! Shoot it!

There's 10 seconds left.

Shoot it, Wes! Shoot it!

Yes!

- Okay, that's just wrong. Sit down, now.

- Sorry.

What? What in God's name

just happened?

All right, guys.

The van's leaving in two minutes, all right?

Um, Coach?

You forgettin' something?

Coach, we won.

Ah, y'all

stop messing around, okay?

Look, I want to beat rush hour,

so let's get goin', okay?

- Uh-uh.

- Come on, Coach.

But my asthma is-You unders-

I don't have the-

Coach Roy! Coach Roy! Coach Roy!

Coach! Coach! Coach!

All right, y'all got me good.

All right.

Coach Roy! Coach Roy!

Coach Roy! Coach Roy!

Ooh.

I was thinking you all

might like-

What the-

- Yeah! Our new uniforms!

- These are tight!

23! 32!

- You like it?

- I love it.

No, no. Please, no. Not the face!

Ow! Aah!

Let's sit down.

Here.

- My highest grade ever.

- "C"- plus.

So, can I keep

the skateboard?

- No, it's mine.

- Oh.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

S-M-E-L-T-E-R-S!

When it comes to basketball,

we are the best! Say what?

S-M-E-L-T-E-R-S!

When it comes to basketball,

there is no contest!

Come on, guys! Come on!

Yo! Don't make me

get the Icy Hot!

All right,

how's their forward shootin'?

He's throwin' nothing but bricks.

Twenty percent last game from beyond the arc.

All they have to do

is keep the kid out of the paint.

Twenty-five seconds left

in the Smelters' first-ever play-off game.

Keith passes to One Love.

One Love shoots. He scores!

- Traveling! Basket doesn't count!

- Are you insane?

How bad a ref do you have to be

to call middle school?

What? Was junior varsity

too demanding for you?

- Roy!

- Huh?

555-97-

It's my phone number!

Write it down!

Oh!

Oh, it's her number.

Um, go ahead.

- Uh, go.

- 555-

- 555-

- 97-

- 97-

- 41.

41. Okay.

Go!

Hey, hey!

Oh! Yeah!

We're going

to the finals, baby!

Yeah!

These were Magic Johnson's.

Have you seen the vertical

One Love gets in these?

Go talk to him.

Hi.

Hi.

He's shy. I'm Goggles.

I'm the sixth man.

Means I like to

ride the pine.

Who's your friend?

Big Wes.

- Yeah, Coach?

- Man, you can't run from the ladies forever.

No, it's not that.

It's just...

I kind of have a girlfriend.

Hey, this is me, man.

This is the coach.

Trust me.

He has a girlfriend.

- How would you know?

- I've seen her.

If you talk to that girl again,

you're gonna need a new face.

Okay.

Now, if my teacher

looked like you...

I would have the vocabulary

to pay you a decent compliment.

So I'm just gonna say,

"Mm, mm, mm, mm. "

No, I ain't finished.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

Just one more. Mm.

Mm!

So, I just thought

I'd tell you that.

That'll do.

And thank you for dressing up.

Well, you know, my Prada had puke

on it, and ice cream. The kids.

Relax, Roy.

You look very nice.

Thank you. Um, you know,

it's just been a long week.

Why don't you come in?

Keith! Keith!

Save some for tomorrow, baby. Come on.

- I need you guys to clear this up. It's getting late.

- Later.

I'm just waitin' to see him pass it back.

Don't step on my flowers.

- Thank you, baby.

- Your mama did her thing.

Yeah, yeah.

It's all right.

- Thank you.

- Good night, Coach.

When you first came here,

I had a real bad first impression of you.

But you was dead wrong,

right?

No. I was dead right.

I mean, you were a spoiled pretty boy...

who was handed

everything he ever wanted.

You didn't give a damn

about coachin', only your suits.

All I'm saying is,

look at you now.

Look, this personal attack

on my- on my personality-

Is it leading up to a kiss or a slap?

'Cause I can't tell yet.

We'll see.

I haven't decided yet.

Yeah.

Coach.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What you doin' here? You going to the game?

Fuzzy's been on fire.

Oh. Good for Fuzzy.

What's a Fuzzy? It doesn't matter.

Do you check your messages? The N.C.B.A. review,

it's today. They want to reinstate you.

Today the kids

got the championship.

I know that. I worked it out.

The N.C.B.A. review's not scheduled till 4:00.

The game's at 5:
00. You can make both.

But we gotta move now.

- Seriously?

- Seriously. Let me get that.

Come on. Oh, this is lovely.

This must look great on you.

V-I-K-I-N-G-S!

It's about the kids.

I try to instill a good work ethic...

but a lot of the parents

get a little too wrapped up.

I'm not gonna pretend that

doesn't peeve me off. It's about the kids.

What are we doin'?

What are we standing around for?

Let's go!

I want some drills!

Come on!

I'm talking to you!

Man, stop the car.

- What time is it?

- Ten to 4:
00. You're good.

Don't worry about it.

Go in there and knock 'em dead.

What has two thumbs

and makes a lot of money? Huh?

This guy.

If your beverage gets warm,

I could cool it off with a little ice. Huh?

Excuse me.

Coach Roy's phone.

- Roy?

- This is his representative, Tim Fink.

Roy's in a meeting.

A meeting? But he has

a championship game today.

Right. With the, uh, Smugglers.

Yeah. Well, he's in the N.C.B.A. review.

Well, can you get him out of the meeting

with the N.C.B.A?

Uh, okay.

Just hang on one sec.

I'm not gonna do that. He's got

his career to think about. And mine.

This is way more important than some kids

playing with Fuzzies and Goggles.

Well, can you tell him that he's

a huge disappointment to me...

to my son, the Fuzzies,

the Goggles...

and everybody else

who thought he actually cared?

Huge disappointment...

you and son.

Got it. And, uh,

your name is, sweetheart?

You want my name?

Listen real close.

Sit down. Sit down, Roy.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I just want to be the first to say

about the whole banning thing- My bad.

Those kids of yours are getting

more press than Polytech itself.

Hey, well, you know, I'm just glad

we could put a few wins under our belts.

It just feels nice to

give back to the community.

Yeah, right. Uh, you got your job back, Roy.

You can drop the P.R. routine.

That was brilliant the way you

used those kids. Nice going.

You just have to sign here, Coach,

and you get your old life back.

You know, these kids, man...

they really

taught me a lot.

And they've made me a better coach.

Better than I ever was.

Uh, uh, I think I see

where this is going.

I swear to you, Roy,

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