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T.J. Jones can't understand football captain Mike Barbour's brutal, bullying ways.
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| I know that you hate everyone who's not able-bodied or white, but threatening a brain-damaged kid for wearing his dead brother's letter jacket? That's the lowest, man! | |
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| *##$!@$% YOU @#$#@!!!! Why you stickin' up for a retard anyway? You got athletic skills, but if you ain't gonna put your 'em to work for the football team, you're goin' down! | |
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T.J. controls his urge to fight Barbour with his fists and comes up with a plan that will drive him crazy!
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| You, know? You're right. I do have skills. That's why I'm going to start a ragtag swim team and we're ALL going to earn letter jackets, including the "retard." How's that sound to you? | |
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| Oh !#@$@#$ NO!!! Ain't no way I'm gonna let the proud heritage of the letter jacket get loser all over it! | |
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T.J. has no idea what he has begun. While his unlikely swim team becomes like a family, there are some very unstable people plotting to ruin everything.
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| Hey, man. I'm gonna need you and everybody else from the athletic department to help me destroy the chigger and his pack of losers. | |
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| Oh, I got your back. I'll kill the S.O.B. if I have to. I think he's got somethin' goin' on with my wife. | |
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