The waiting limo's back door is flung open. The Bishop is shoved in and awkwardly takes a seat facing the rear. The door is slammed behind him.
COACH LEBOWSKI
Start talking and talk fast you lousy bum!
BRANDT THE GM
We've been frantically trying to reach you, Bishop.
Brandt sits catty-corner from the Bishop; directly across from the Bishop is Coach Lebowski, a comforter across his knees.
COACH LEBOWSKI
Where's my g*ddamn offence, you bum?!
THE BISHOP
Well we--I don't--
COACH LEBOWSKI
They did not receive the ball, you nitwit! They did not receive the g*ddamn ball. OUR OFFENCE WAS IN YOUR HANDS!
BRANDT THE GM
This is our concern, Bishop.
THE BISHOP
No, man, nothing is f*cked here--
COACH LEBOWSKI
NOTHING IS F*CKED? THE G*DDAMN PLANE HAS CRASHED INTO THE MOUNTAIN!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
The Further Adventures of Coach Lebowski
Posted by Luke at 10:00 PM
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That's Gold Jerry! Gold!
Seriously though in defence of Miller and Bishop / Durant, Weston Dressler is our best reciever and he is what 5'8, 5'9 tops. Our starting backfield consists of two guys who "starred" at Thom Collegiate. Injuries are starting to catch up to this team.
Shut the f*ck up Donny!
-Patty Mayo.
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