Underdog (2004)
“Coach was running us like there was no tomorrow. I guessed that was the idea. For everybody except twelve of us there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow because he was picking the team after this tryout.
“Is it…is it always…like this?” Ashton panted out.
“Not always, but he does work us hard.”
“Hard doesn’t describe it,” he said. “But he does seem to know his stuff.”
“He should. He played in the NBA.”
“He did?” Ashton asked. He turned around and looked at Coach.
“A couple of seasons.”
“He does look like he could play some ball. Except for that leg. He’s got a limp.”
“That limp is what stopped him from being a star. Blew up his knee so badly that even surgery couldn’t fix it.”
“So what’s he doing here, you know, coaching kids?” Ashton asked.
“He’s coaching his kid. L.B. is his son.”
“Which one is that?” Ashton asked.
I pointed him out.
“That explains why he was giving that kid such a hard time. Fathers and big brothers are always toughest on their own family.”
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