The Best of Times Page #6

- You look great.

- So do you.

Jack and I used to refer

to the magical glow of things.

Let's try to get that back.

Things are going so well tonight.

Maybe we could talk about marriage.

Where were we?

International trade

imbalance, the pope?

I'm having a ball.

The thought has occurred to me that

we could go around this table,

each one of us individually

listing our cases,

stating our gripes and grievances

about our marital prob...

Honey, what's the matter?

There's something wrong

with the wine.

No, it's a...

A muscle cramp.

We'll come and rub your backs.

No!

No, we want to sit here

and look at you.

And we want to sit here

and look at...

Looking good!

We're just a couple of

party cossacks.

Party!

0h! I do love you, Jack.

0h, I'm having a wonderful time.

- Good hands.

- What?

0h, your little cold hands.

They're not that cold.

Easy. Four seconds.

Did you say that we're

0K for sex?

It's about time, Reno.

You're looking so good tonight.

I was wondering if you

thought...

God, what a catch!

0h, my god, Jack!

- Who put that there?

- Atlanta-Minnesota!

- It's entrapment!

- Entrapment?

They're 0 and 17! My god!

Jack, get out!

Mister we-can-have-it-all,

what do we do now?

Ask him to turn the sound up.

There's still the postgame highlights.

You are full of sh*t.

In every way possible

to be full of it, you are!

Even your bullshit is bullshit.

You once said you liked the way I could

command respect without saying much.

I was always amazed at the way

you could make so much noise

without doing anything.

There's a style there, a confidence.

Really, Jack, you're

a decent human being basically.

- You're just full of sh*t.

- What are you implying?

I'm not implying!

I'm saying!

You know something, Reno?

In kindergarten, I had it all.

I was the first to memorize

the itsy-bitsy spider.

In 6th grade, I was

voted most likely to succeed.

In 12th grade,

I won the Caribou Lodge Purple

Mountains' Majesty Youth essay contest.

Remember? It was called,

"God, my friend."

Hell of an essay, too.

Thanks.

I had a future,

until I went out for football.

Because from 9:
22 on the night

of November 15, 1972,

until now, I've simply been known

as the man who dropped the ball.

0h, god.

I want Elly back.

Why can't it be as easy as

it is on the football field?

They put their panties

on one leg at a time.

They might hop in both legs at once.

Have you told Elly

you think you're a bad lover?

0f course not. She knows.

If she doesn't, I don't want

to give her any clues.

My bazooka's dead.

Don't tell me this.

My arm.

I can't throw anymore.

- You're great.

- I was never great.

I was great for around here.

Every year I got better.

The kids always ask me about

the six touchdown passes

I threw against Porterville.

- Hell, I only threw three tds.

- It was seven.

I'm not going to argue.

I like seven better.

Couple more years it'll be eight.

I get better with age.

My knees are killing me.

I'm slow.

That's why you didn't want to play?

No.

I just...

I didn't want to destroy

the only thing I got left...

those stories about

how great I was.

You want to know something else?

Bakersfield is loaded.

1, 2, 3, 4...

It's the worst idea

I've ever had.

We're not going to revive the town.

We're going to destroy it.

Is it too late

to call off the game?

It's even too late

to get out of the dance.

# Don't say nothin'

bad about my baby #

# Don't say nothin'

bad about my baby #

# I love him so #

# Don't say nothin'

bad about my baby #

# 0h, don't you know

Don't say nothin' bad about my baby #

# He's good

He's good #

# He's good to me

Good to me #

# And that's all I care about #

Elly's not coming.

She'll be here, Jack.

She wants to see her old friends.

Better?

That is disgusting.

Mom, what is this game all about?

I want to understand.

In your life, isn't there something

you wish you'd done differently?

If you could do it over,

you'd change things?

No.

Maybe you have to

be a grown-up to understand.

T-a-f-t.

Taft!

That was Gigi and the Blenders!

Let's give a good hand!

Direct your attention

to the rocket ship.

Welcome back Luther Jackson,

the greatest running back

in the history of Kern County!

It's great to return to one's roots!

How you doing, man?

Lighten up!

Reno, look.

What do I do now?

- Be cool.

- Be what?

She's going straight to Gigi...

Yeah, and...

Right to the ladies' room.

This whole thing is a joke, Gigi.

He has revived Taft.

Jack's doing everything he said.

I know.

It's amazing, ain't it?

Yes.

Come on.

Dance with the son of a b*tch.

Why should I?

Because you want to.

That's not a good reason.

Then do it because this is his

moment in the sun.

Tomorrow is Jack's

moment in the sun... the game.

No, it's tonight

while there's hope,

because tomorrow Bakersfield's

going to slaughter us.

They've been in there forever.

What the hell are

they talking about?

Jack-o!

Reno!

I can't believe

you guys pulled this off.

After tomorrow,

Taft won't forget your name.

We were just talking about

the eight touchdown passes

you threw against Porterville.

You don't throw eight tds

without great protection.

Tomorrow, I'll need it.

We're a lean,

mean fighting machine!

I'm dancing.

Elly, is that you?

If it isn't, disregard

everything you're about to hear.

You once told me to choose

between you and the game.

Well...

I got it wrong.

Tomorrow we'll get our ass kicked.

I have no right to ask

you anything at a time like this.

It would be nice

if you could dance with me.

Those are your feet,

aren't they?

Jack Aquarius.

What do you want?

I want you...

...to kill Bakersfield.

0kay.

Do you do that left to right

or right to left?

Both ways.

Just in case.

Yeah.

- You catholic?

- At the moment.

Excuse me.

Thank you, Jack.

Jack, here we are.

You finally got what you wanted.

Wretched luck.

Relax. You're going to be a hero.

What if I'm not?

It's just a game.

Just a game.

Kickoff time, sports fans.

0utlined against the November sky,

the four horsemen ride again.

They were once known as disease,

famine, pestilence, and death.

We'll need luck.

No such thing.

End-over-end kick,

coming down to number 34.

He's at the 5, the 10, the 15.

The quick reverse to Johnny "0"!

Touchdown!

Johnny "0", Bakersfield.

Had to be Johnny "0".

You lucky son of a b*tch!

Swing it, swing it, swing it, yeah!

What did that take?

Four seconds?

Nail them!

The kick is good.

Bakersfield 7, Taft 0.

- You a Rocket or a pissant?

- I'm a Rocket

God damn it!

Come back here!

I don't want to

sound biased, Arturo,

but that's a lean, green war machine

down there on the field.

Let's see what kind

of shape you're in.

Quick pitch to Luther on 1.

Ready?

You a Rocket or a pissant?

- I'm a Rocket!

- Show me!

Set! Hut!

Pitch to Luther Jackson.

He's down at the 5.

Same play, other side.

0n 1, Ready. Break!

Set! Hut!

Luther Jackson down at the 2.

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