The Winning Season Page #2

always treat women badly.

-Who told you that?

-My mom.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Damon just walked in, you guys.

He looks so cute in his jacket.

-Just go talk to him.

-And say what?

-''Hello.''

-Are you kidding?

-l mean, that's just so obvious.

-This is pathetic.

-Wait, what are you doing?

-Oh, my God.

-She's not going over there.

-Yes, she is.

l can't even look.

Is she talking to him or his friend?

-Oh, my God, she's kissing him.

-No, shut up. Okay, l'm not listening to you.

Thank you.

ls she...

-He wants to talk to you.

-What? What did you say to him?

Don't be a freak. He's waiting.

-Go.

-Go. You have to go.

What did you say to him?

-l just asked if l could borrow his ketchup.

-Oh, no.

-Hey, Damon.

-Hey.

-How's it going?

-lt's all right.

You hungry?

-No, no, l'm okay, thanks.

-Do you want to go sit in my car?

-Sure.

-All right.

-Do you like music?

-Yeah, l love music.

This is cool.

-Yeah? You like it?

-Sure.

-l could make you a copy if you want.

-Really?

-Hey, what are you doing?

-l'm done.

-You're not done. Who says you're done?

-lf she's done, l'm done.

Put that away. Keep jumping.

No cell phones.

Keep jumping. Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, buttercup! Keep jumping!

Defense! Slide, slide, slide! Open.

Slide, slide, slide! Open.

-Defense!

-Defense!

-No, l said, ''Defense!''

-Defense!

Slide.

-Slide! Slide! Slide! Slide!

-Slide! Slide! Slide! Slide!

-Slide! Slide! Slide! Slide!

-Slide! Slide! Slide! Slide!

Check!

-Block!

-Block!

All right. That's all you got?

Yeah. Now you're ready to pick up the ball.

Lisa! Ball! Ball, ball, ball!

Over here! Over here!

What, are you blind? l'm open!

Yo!

What's going on? Is there a reason

you're not passing it to her?

All right, look,

l don't know what sh*t you girls have

between each other.

l don't give a sh*t.

l've got enough sh*t in my own life.

l've got a whole universe of sh*t.

l don't need any more of your sh*t,

so just keep your shirt off the court, okay?

You can't start drawing lines here.

Even if we did, you'd already

be on the wrong side anyways.

-What do you mean?

-Listen, l hate to tell you this,

but aside from Billie Jean King

and figure skaters,

nobody considers girls real athletes, so...

-Who's Billie Jean King?

-She's a golfer. And that's not true.

There are lots of people

who like girls' basketball.

Yeah? When's the last time you saw

a girls' basketball game

-playing in a sports bar?

-l can't go to sports bars.

Hey, look, if it makes you feel any better,

we're all on the wrong side.

l mean, the game really belongs

to the blacks, so...

-The men.

-You're an a**hole.

Big a**hole.

What'd you say?

-l said you're an a**hole.

-l'm an a**hole?

-Yeah.

-Yes.

Hey, let me tell you something.

What you girls know about basketball

could fit in a thimble.

Now, l can help you with basketball,

and believe me, you girls need help,

but l can't do dick about anything else.

You want to complain

about how unfair that is,

l can just leave right now.

You want to play basketball,

l can teach you how to do that.

Why don't you come get me

when you decide what you want to do?

You're not allowed to smoke in here.

Okay, look.

l'm just gonna be honest with you.

-l live with my grandmother.

-Yeah?

She watches Jeopardy every night

and goes to bed at 8:OO.

-So?

-l need something to do.

We all do.

So, you're gonna keep playing

or what? What?

No. Everyone wants to quit.

l can get them to change their minds.

Who says l want them

to change their minds?

-Come on.

-So do it. Change their minds.

Spit it out, sister. What do you want?

You just have to do something for me.

-Okay.

-Oh, my God.

lt's not my fault, it's the car.

The car is just, like...

Okay, easy on the speed bumps.

-l've got a hangover, okay?

-Sorry. Sorry.

Why hasn't anyone taught you

how to drive?

-l don't know.

-Signal. Signal.

Well, where are your parents?

Aren't they around at all?

They're around somewhere,

just not around me.

What about your grandmother? l mean,

why doesn't she teach you how to drive?

Do you think l want to learn how to drive

like an old lady?

Yeah, well, you're kind of driving

like an old lady right now.

-For God's...

-l'm sorry. l'm sorry.

-Okay, l think l need a break.

-Should l stop?

Okay, no... Jesus.

-Can l go?

-Yeah.

Why don't you take me to the hospital,

'cause l've got whiplash.

-That is great! That is hot!

-That is great! That is hot!

-Come on, Huskers, make that shot!

-Come on, Huskers, make that shot!

-Go, Huskers!

-Go, Huskers!

Bill? Bill Greaves?

Derek Springer. We played

against each other in high school.

l'm sorry. l'm drawing a blank.

l played for Prairie Hill.

l was a grade beneath you.

Okay. You want an autograph

or something?

lt's nice to see you. It's good to see you.

So l hear you're a busboy now.

-What did you say?

-l heard you're a busboy now.

Yeah, l heard you were

a girls' basketball coach.

-Good luck.

-Don't need it.

All right! Let's play some hoops!

H-O-O-P! Hoop!

-Plainview Chargers!

-Where's your boyfriend?

-lt's a long drive.

-Yeah. Too long for Damon.

All right. All right.

Hey, huddle up. Now, look.

Come on.

That means make a half circle. Let's go.

All right. You know, a lot of people say

winning doesn't matter.

l'm not one of those people.

l think it does. l think it matters a lot.

in fact, l think it's the only thing in this life

that matters at all

and the people who say it doesn't

are just a**holes, plain and simple.

The losers in life are always forgotten.

There's absolutely no reason to play unless

you're playing to win. You understand?

-Fight! Fight! Fight! Kill!

-Fight! Fight! Fight! Kill!

All right. What are you waiting for?

Let's go.

Shouldn't we do something

or say something?

-Like what?

-Like something like that?

Yeah. Okay.

Okay. ''Go, fight, win'' on three.

One, two, three.

-Go, fight, win.

-Go, fight, go, fight!

Let's do it. You guys are great.

Bill. You can't say ''A-holes.''

-You can't say the A word.

-What do you mean?

-Can't say the A word. Yeah. Yeah.

-Did l say that? A-hole? When?

in the thing. In the huddle.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-l'm Trish.

-Tamra.

Give me some of that popcorn.

lt's all right.

-Come on!

-l'm open!

-Switch.

-Lisa!

-Tamra, l'm open!

-Go, Tam-Tam!

Tough luck. That's all right.

Come on, guys, defense!

Come on, D. Head's up on D.

-Shouldn't you be trying to comfort them?

-What?

Shouldn't you be trying

to make them feel better?

l don't think there's anything

that can make you feel better

-after a game like that.

-Sure there is.

What is this?

l liked that music.

Yeah, so did they.

-You like basketball?

-No.

All right, well,

how'd you like to be my assistant?

No.

Okay, listen, l need some help.

l don't know how to deal

with all this girl sh*t.

Fifty bucks a game.

Fifty bucks? What?

-There's no budget for that.

-You're getting paid.

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