Dream team

It's been five years.

Exactly. You don't look a day older.

Still get carded.

Looks like you're all set up for tomorrow night.

Triggered!

Hey, how's the nice chat to you?

Be strong!

How's the nice chat to you?

At least we've got enough men to get on the floor.

Okay guys, I have a question or two for you.

How many games did we win last year?

How about the year before that?

For Pete's sake, most of you guys have known each other since ************.

You ought to be able to play together like a well-oiled machine.

But you don't. You're not working as a unit. You're not dancing.

Okay, starting Monday, boot camp.

You know what that means?

One, no smoking.

You hear me, Buck?

This weekend, you finish off that pack of Lucky's you got stashed in your locker,

and that's it for the end of the season.

Two, no drinking.

Now, I know some of you think you're pretty hot shit sneaking a beer the minute you turn 18.

Of course, I'm not mentioning any names, Foxworth.

You can get ***** on your ass this weekend for all I care.

'Cause come Monday, I expect you to stay as sober as Hawley's father until the end of the season.

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