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Bringing Down The House

INTERIOR - (the UL huddle, seconds before the OT begins, Pitino speaks to his players)
RP - We can win this game, right!?
DC, DP,  JS, AM, JDP, ES, PK, TW, E5 - HELL to the YEAH!
RP - and how are we gonna do that?
DC - Boards and layups, baby.
JS - trips, yo.
AM - massive D, coach!
JDP - bodies everywhere!
E5 - Dunks, boards, whatchu need?
TW - Smart dishes, bitches
ES - Leave me alone.
DP - Some sweet skyhooks.
RP- Right, so you know how to win!  But how do I know you can do it?
DC - Cause my commitment is so solid I lost 50 pounds, which, with the current conversion rate is $125 worth of weight. Which is expensive. Like, 125 McSandwiches worth of expensive.
JS - Dude. New contacts come in on Monday.
AM - C'Mon buddy. Lock Down. LOCK IT DOWN!
JDP - I can't go home. Really, it's very dangerous. Can't be done.
E5 - Um, you know I'm going pro, right?
TW - Cause I want this, coach. Want it bad.
ES - I'm gonna be patient coach, you know, until I can't wait anymore.
DP - Wait? What!? Aw for God's sake, ya have ONE bad game!
RP- (channeling Pacino from Any Given Sunday) PERFECT! You now know what it takes to be champions!
DC, DP,  JS, AM, JDP, ES, PK, TW, E5 - What now coach!?
RP - yeah, so, it's getting late, I hate this place, and you say you know how to win.  I'm craving this crazy BOOMBA meatball sub they serve down near the craps tables at Trump Plaza, and my limo pulled up 30 seconds ago - so, I say we call it a night. You guys rest, I'll go pretend to mourn while I drop a few grrr. We'll meet back up on Monday when we know our seeding and we go for there. What'dya say?

DP,  JS, AM, JDP, PK, TW- SWEET! Love the plan coach!
E5 - Yeah, trying to go pro dog!
DC - Meatballs?
DP - Fuck it.
RP - See you fellas Monday.