The Blind Side Page #6

Honey, look at me.

Michael, what happened to your arm?

I stopped it.

Let's go!

Oher! You've got a hundred pounds

on Collis

and you can't keep him out

of our backfield?!

Hold your block until the whistle blows.

Hold it!

All right, let's go!

What's with the camera?

Michael always does better when he sees

what he's supposed to be doing.

- Holding ... Left tackle.

- Michael! Come on!

Oher? Come here, son.

If you're going to hold him, hold him here, inside,

between the tits. You got it?!

Would you look at me, son.

If you grab him outside here, like this,

with that horse collar thing, you just did,

we're going to get flagged and

I'm gonna get pissed. You hear me?

All right, let's go!

Baby, watch my stuff, All right?

Okay.

Well at least he'll look good

coming off the bus.

They'll be terrified 'til they realize

he's a marshmallow.

Looks like Tarzan, plays like Jane.

Gimme a minute, Burt.

We're in the middle of practice,

Leigh Anne!

You can thank me later.

Come on.

Michael,

do you remember

when we first met

we went to that horrible part of town

to buy those dreadful clothes?

And I was a little bit scared

and you told me not to worry about it

because you had my back.

Do you remember that?

Yes, ma'am.

And If anyone tried to get to me,

you would have stopped them, all right?

And when you and SJ were

in that car wreck,

what did you do to that airbag?

- I stopped it.

- You stopped it.

You stopped it.

This team is your family, Michael.

You have to protect them

from those guys.

Okay? Listen.

Okay.

Tony here is your quarterback, all right?

You protect his blind side.

When you look at him,

you think of me.

How you had my back.

How you have his.

Okay? All right. Tony, go back.

All right.

Oompaloompa here is your tailback.

When you look at him,

you think of SJ,

how you never let anyone

or anything to hurt him.

You understand me?

All right. Go back.

- You got it?

- What about Collins and Mr. Tuohy?

Fine. They can be on the team too.

Are you gonna protect

the family, Michael?

Yes, ma'am.

Good boy. Now, go have some fun.

Yelling at him doesn't work, Burt.

Doesn't trust men.

In his experience they pretend

to care about it 'til they disappear.

Wanna run a play?

SJ, you're gonna wanna get this.

Okay.

Come on, Mike!

All right. Michael! Come on!

- Yes! Michael!

- All right! Way to go!

Yes!

Bad boy.

Okay. What'd you say to him?

Should get to know your players, Burt.

He tested 98 percent

in protective instincts.

I said you could thank me later.

It's later, Burt.

So much for home field advantage.

You ever seen so many

rednecks in one place?

NASCAR. Not even close.

Crusaders! Get Ready for

forty-eight minutes of Hell!

You have fat ass.

Hey, back on the field.

Let me go. Hold on.

Listen up! Listen up!

Don't let 'em get inside your head.

Keep your composure.

- You ready?

- "Yeah"

- All right. Let's go!

- "Go"

- Come on!

- Michael!

Damn, that ain't fair!

They got big ole' black

bear playing for 'em!

- What is this, a circus?

- Right.

Eyes forward, SJ! Sticks and stones.

Sticks and stones! Come on!

- All right!

- All right! Good start!

Let's go O! Let's go!

Here we go. Look at this big buck

we got right here.

Coming after you!

Coming after you!

All night. All night.

Don't let him get through, Oher!

Come on, son!

Boy! All night long, fat ass!

All night long!

I got you, boy. All night long!

That's my boy!

- It's all right, Michael!

- It's all right. Come on!

- Let's go!

- Shake it off. Come on!

Here we go! Round two, baby! Round two!

- Switch! Switch!

- Get it! Get it! Get it! Go!

Oher, don't let him get

the inside gap on you!

- Come on! Use your head!

- What is Burt doing? Nothing.

Hey, fat boy. We're not done yet.

All game long, boy! All game long!

All right. All right.

Go!

Pass! Pass! Pass!

Stop! Oh!

Why another pass, Burt?

Hey! Where you going, fat boy?

Better stay off my field.

You are not welcome here!

This is my field!

Sixty-six, get beck to your own bench.

Burt!

Be quiet! Burt!

- Hello?

- Umm...

Enough with the trick plays, Burt.

Run the dang ball.

You heard it. Run the dang ball.

Run it.

Wait a minute, did he just

hang up the phone?

- No, I think he lost service.

- He did not lose service.

That's my boy, Jimmy! Number 66!

Kicking that blue guy's ass.

Hey crotch mouth!

Yeah, you!

Zip it or I'll come up there

and zip it for ya!

Sticks and stones?

You know what, SJ?

Just turn forward.

Just take up the camera and keep shoot.

Come on.

Lock it!

It's all right. all right. all right.

We come back.

Go!

Come on! Get him!

Gone. He's gone.

We got to shut that hole off.

Unbelievable. Three plays. Three plays.

Where were we... 4.3?

Come on.

Baby, me and you. Me and you, baby.

One more time.

Here we go!

All right, we got to cut back!

We got to cut back!

Come on. Let's go!

Black piece of crap!

Hey! Hey!

Ref! Are you gonna do

something about this?!

He just kicked my boy in the head

and cussed him!

Thank you!

Unsportsmanlike conduct... Wingate!

Fifteen yards!

What?!

You shut up, or you'll get another fifteen.

This young man plays for my team.

My team!

And I will defend him like he's my own son.

Against you or any other

redneck sonofabitch!

Don't worry, Coach.

I got your back.

All right then.

Come here, son. Come here.

Try "Gap."

- "Gap?"

- "Gap."

All right, gun rip, 47 Gap, on one.

Ready?

Coach ain't here to protect you now,

is he?

Ready!

This team is your family, Michael.

Go!

Go back, go back!

Block them all!

We got to hold! We got to hold!

Oh god!

- Run, Michael!

- SJ!

- Michael!

- Run, Michael! Run!

Go!

- Go, Mike!

- Go, Michael.

Touchdown!

Yo! Deliverance! You see number 74?

Well, that's MY son.

- Way to go big bro!

- See, here's what we got it.

- Dead ball foul.

- Now what?!

- Was he holding!

- No.

- Did he hit after the whistle?

- I don't believe so.

Then what is the flag for?

I dunno...

Excessive blocking.

You're kidding me.

Sorry, Coach.

I stopped when I heard the whistle.

Where were you taking him, Mike?

To the bus.

It was time for him to go home.

Attaboy, Michael Oher. Attaboy!

Go get 'em. Go get 'em, Crusaders!

Rub the heads! Rub the heads!

All right! Let's go!

Go!

Stay!

Red, 41!

Red, 41!

Tom Lemming Recruiting,

please hold...

Tom Lemming Recruiting,

please hold....

Coach Saban wants his monthly

recruiting updates Fed Ex.

Does he really think getting it one day

early is gonna give LSU a leg up?

Hey, have you filled all the slots

for the Army All Star Game?

Yeah, why?

You might want to open one up.

What did I tell you?

I want him.

I want him bad.

Y-E-L-L! Everybody yell!

Say, everybody yell!

Y-E-L-L! Everybody yell!

Nice kick this time, Collins.

Nice job.

What in the world?

All right. Y'all keep practicing.

Remember point your toes.

One, two, three, one!

One, two, three, two!

One, two, three, three!

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