That's my dad, Dan Anderson.
He plays for the Washington Redskins.
In college, he won the Heisman Trophy.
And everybody thinks he's a big hero.
Well, not everybody.
All right, class.
That's my mom, Sara Anderson.
She thinks my dad's a big dork.
She teaches art history at schools all around the city.
She paints pictures, she cooks, she cleans.
She helps me with my homework.
That's me working on my long division.
And that skank at the other side of the table...
that's my big sister Annette.
He was depending on you.
No. No!
All the other fathers will be there.
He'll be the only one without his dad.
It seemed like Mom and Dad were always mad at each other.
- You're never here. - Mom thought Dad had it made...
traveling around the country, going to parties, fancy hotels.
- And all he had to do was play some dumb game.
And Dad thought Mom spent all day painting little pictures of daisies.
Dan! You forgot again!
Wait! Wait!
Wait! Hey!
Thanks, Dan.
Yeah, things were pretty bad.
And then they got worse.
Then they got weird.
Then they got really weird.
Face facts, Dan. You're 38 years old.
In your prime, you were something to see, but now you're just a liability.
Man, I'm the best quarterback you got.
And I ain't never been in better shape, man. I promise you, next year...
Who do you think you're kidding? You're blowing plays.
You're not reading defenses. You're losing games.
I don't like losing, and I don't like losers.
You know what? You wanna cut me? Fine! Cut me!
Matter of fact, I cut you. That's right, that's right.
See, I'm only gonna sign with another team.
- That's more money for me. - You go right ahead.
Oh, I'm gonna go right ahead.
And the next time you see me, it's gonna be in the play-offs.
I'm gonna be dancing in the end zone. That's right.
- And we gonna see who the loser is. - Fine.
You know, you're really being selfish about this.
I'm being selfish? We moved six times in the last four years.
- Sara... - We finally stay somewhere long enough...
to make some friends, to put down some roots.
- We're talking about my career here. - What about my career?
Oh, your career. You paint little pictures of daisies. Woman, you do that anywhere.
- It's just all about you, isn't it? - What do you want from me?
- A little understanding, Dan. - Well, how about a little bit of that for me?
Dan, don't you understand? I'm just so tired of it.
You're either on the road or at a camp or... or doing interviews.
It's like we're not even a family.
One more year and I'm retired.
Look, I'll take a job coaching college ball. How's that?
I'll grow a big ol' pot belly and have a flattop haircut.
Come on.
- One more year? - One more year, Muffin.
That's it. I promise.
So where we going this time?
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong
The feeling's gettin'stronger
The longer I stay away
How come it's so hot out there?
This is the South, son. The Big Easy.
Hot and sassy, just like your mom.
That is so disgusting.
- Excuse you. - Excuse me. Now, as soon as we get settled...
I figured we'd get us all some ice cream.
- How's that sound? - You know what? I don't want ice cream.
- Well, what you want? - I want to go home.
Well, home is where we are, Noodles.
Of Creole tunes that fill the air
I dream of oleanders in June
And soon I'm wishin' that I were there
This here's where your daddy's gonna be scorin' all those touchdowns.
To miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
There's something more
I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans
- A parade! - No, honey. It's a funeral.
- Who died? - Annette!
This house is, like, really old.
No, baby. See, this house is history.
This housejust has a sense ofhistory, that's all.
You are history.
Girl, come on.
No, you didn't.
This place gives me the creeps.
Creeps? What are you talkin' about?
You're an Anderson man.
We ain't afraid of nothin'.
See? The house just needs...
It's a ladder.
All right, boys, come over here.
I want you to take the TV and put it right in the corner here.
Push it right in there.
- You're gonna have 'em put the TV in there? - Oh, yeah. Right in the corner.
Hey, uh, fellas, right here, right here.
The kitchen's right in there. Thanks. Right in there.
Dan, why are you gonna put the TV right there?
We're gonna put a couch right there. You should put the TV there.
Oh, no, baby. See, the couch is gonna go here...
- so you can see the TV right here. - No, no.
I need to have light. That's where I was planning on painting.
Yeah, but turn the TV on. That's light.
You can use that light to paint by.
I saw a face!
- What? - A great big old face.
Great, I agree with, but I beg to differ on big and old.
Big and old! Big and old!
I'm Fanny Moye, your neighbor next door.
- Hi. - People call me Aunt Fanny...
on account of I take care of all the babies around here.
This here's my friend Voltaire.
- Say bonjour, Voltaire. - Bonjour, Voltaire.
I'm Sara Anderson. This is my son Clarke and my daughter Annette.
- Hello. - Hi.
Hi. - Hi.
- Hi, hi, hi, hi! - He heard you the first time.
- Muffin, I got to go. - Dan, this is our next-door neighbor.
- Fanny Moye. - Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
Muffin, I got a team meeting I gotta get to.
Dan, how am I supposed to get this place together by myself?
There's a lot of work to be done around here.
- Well, you got Clarke and Noodles here to help out. - Dan!
All right. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can.
Uh-huh.
I think you oughta know.
- She mighty glad you're here. - Who?
- Madame Compeau. - Who?
This is her house. Or was until she pass over.
Been standin' vacant ever since. Six long years now.
How come nobody moved in?
Madame Compeau was a mighty powerful sorceress...
in touch with forces far beyond the bounds ofhuman comprehension.
Mm-hmm. Well, if I can ever be of assistance...
please don't hesitate to call on me.
Watch the children or whatever you might need.
But until then, would you please accept this as a token?
It will help to ward off evil and fill your lives with luck.
- Good luck? - Luck is what you make of it, little one.
- Au revoir. - Uh, see ya later.
Bonjour.
Think fast.
Nice catch.
Goodjob. You broke the wall.
What is that?
Let's push.
- Wow. - Whoa.
- Wait! Wait! - What?
- See? It's just a painting. - I know that.
Yeah, right. Come on.
Come on.
- This is too weird. - We shouldn't be here.
Hey, look at this.
Here. Hold that. Shine it. Yeah.
"Mandrake"? "Snake root"?
- "Dragon's blood." - You shouldn't be touching that.
Be quiet. Hey, look at this book.
- Be careful. - It's just a book.
Still, be careful.
Annette, let's get out of here.
Don't be such a girl. Look at this. Hold the light up.
It's all about how to do magic.
- There's no such thing. - You sure about that?
- I'm out of here. - Clarke, wait. What if it did work?
- We could do anything we wanted. - Could I make you disappear?
- I'm serious. - I'm very serious.
Think about it. We can do anything.
Could we make Mom and Dad stop arguing?
I saw your husband play for Louisiana.
- Heck of an arm. - About the kids?
- Oh, the transcripts are fine. - All right.
- I do have a question I'd like to ask you, though. - Yes?
Is Dan gonna use a double three-four offense this year? I think with a runnin' back...
To be honest with you, I really don't follow football.
Hmm. What do you follow?
Dance, theater, art.
Were you a dancer?
I mean, you sure look like a dancer.
Oh, about a hundred years ago.
In D.C., I was an art teacher.
Well, how'd you like to do that down here?
I mean, our little heathens could sure use a dose of coachin'.
Are you, uh, offering me a job?
Part-time to start, say... once a week.
That sounds wonderful.
Good.
- Thank you. - And thank you.
So, young man, are you goin' out for football?
- I guess so. - Attaboy!
I was thinking of trying out too.
Pretty as a picture and a sense ofhumor.
I think you folks are gonna be real happy down here.
Come on! You can do it!
- Ow! - That's Anderson's boy.
- Hard to believe. - Gonna cut him?
No, I'll keep him.
Maybe his dad will come to a few of the games.
- Coach Barker? - Yeah, honey?
Mrs. Abele said I can't try out for the team.
Well, she's right, sweetie. You just don't have the right equipment.
I'll get whatever I need. Cleats, pads...
Honey, honey, that's not the kind of equipment I'm talking about.
This is a boys' football team.
I don't know if this is news to you, but you're not exactly a boy.
- So? - So it gets pretty rough out there.
- I'm not afraid. - Well, I am.
If you wanna try out for something...
you go try out for that pom-pom squad.
All right, ladies, let's line up!
Well, honey, if those are the rules...
But why can't a girl play football?
- Why would you even want to? - 'Cause it's fun.
- Fun? - A lot more fun than shaking a stupid pom-pom.
And then you and Dad can come and see me play.
Get your butt movin', woman! We gonna be late!
Honey, I gotta go. Come on.
We really appreciate this, Mrs. Moye.
- I'm back. - It's fun for me.
The party's gonna be over by the time we get there, Muffin.
- Are you wearing that? - Girl, you know I look good.
I hope the kids won't be too much trouble.
Will you stop worryin' and go have a good time together?
- Come on. We're gonna be late, now. - All right, kids, bye.
- We'll be home early. Bye! - Bye!
- Gin! - Ah, not again!
Again!
- Hey, Dan "The Man"! - That's me.
I'm the boy whose butt you're gonna be lookin' at the next six months.
Otis T. Caruthers. Man, I saw you play in Texas.
That's right! This is my wife Kimberly.
- How you doin'? So let me ask you something... - I'm Sara, Dan's wife.
He doesn't see me that often, so sometimes he forgets I'm here.
Yeah, don't I know that story.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen, as head coach...
I just wanna welcome y'all to another excitin' season with the Saints.
The general manager and I are very excited...
about some excitin' new players...
that we've added to our roster this year.
And I personally am particularly excited about our new quarterback...
Dan Anderson!
You, you, you and you, this is the guy!
Whoo! You and you, this is the man!
Yeah! Yeah!
Aunt Fanny, did you know Madame Compeau?
Oh, indeed, I did. She wanted me to be her protégé...
but I didn't have her mystical gifts.
Well, we found some of her stuff up in the attic.
- Did you touch any of it? - No. We just looked at it.
Ohh! Don't you children ever, ever go up there again.
- Why? - Oh, such power can be used for good...
but in the hands of a novice...
it can be very, very dangerous.
You could find yourselves caught in a dimension more terrifyin'than...
than your most horrifyin' nightmares.
- Gin. - Again.
- How can we compete with that? - It's sick.
It's sad if you ask me. He has a little boy at home that's so sweet...
that he rarely even sees.
He was supposed to go miniature golfing tomorrow...
- and he decided to be with the team instead. - On Sunday?
Yeah. They're gonna go deep-sea fishing.
Can you believe that? I can just kill him.
Dan promised to take the kids to the zoo tomorrow.
Otis promises a lot of things that he doesn't deliver on, either.
He hasn't spent a day with the kids since we've been down here.
Unbelievable.
Ooh.
Ouch.
What'd we do this time?
Cartoon, Indistinct]
Well, heck, I'll take 'em to the zoo next week.
Yeah, that's what you said last week.
- I got to bond with the team. - What about bonding with your kids, Dan?
- It's important, part of the job! - Is that important?
- Now that's not fair. - No. You're not fair, and you're not much of a father.
When are you gonna appreciate how hard I hustle for this family?
Is that who you're doing it for, us?
- Man, I don't understand you. - That's the problem, Dan. You've never understood me.
- You don't have a clue about what I'm going through here. - Oh, I spoiled you.
- Oh, yeah. Spoiled me. - That's what I did.
You got it so easy, you don't even know it.
Easy? How would you know? You don't walk in my shoes.
And you don't walk in mine.
"To help enemies to see the world from each other's eyes...
to end hostility and create peace and harmony."
- We shouldn't be here. - Don't you want Mom and Dad to stay together?
- You know I do. - Okay, then don't be such a baby.
Okay, hand me the dragon's blood.
Okay. Love powder.
Okay, here goes.
This is stupid.
What the...
Oh, no!
Dan, are you okay?
Dan?
That's weird.
Holy mother of...
Sara!
- Oh! - Oh!
- What is happening to us? - What the heck did you do to my body?
- Um, this is... We're asleep, right? - Right.
- This is a nightmare. - This is a nightmare. You're right.
- What else could it be? - It's just a nightmare. It's gonna be okay.
Okay. It's gonna be all right.
I'm awake now. You awake? You awake?
Okay. Are you awake?
Oh, no, no, no!
No! No! What is goin' on?
I'm losin' it! I can't...
- Mom? - Yes?
- Dad? - Yeah. What?
- Why are you crying? - You're getting a divorce. That's it, isn't it?
- No, no, no. - No, no, no. Your father and l...
Mother and I are just having some problems. Yeah.
- Be a dear and get the door for Da... Mom? Dad?
Go and get the door. Go. Shoo!
Go. Go on.
Oh, no. I got a big TV interview right now, and that's them!
Oh, no.
- This way, please. - Thank you very much.
Hey, hi there. Howard Krepke. Is your daddy home?
You have an interview with Howard Krepke?
No. You have an interview with Howard Krepke.
- Well, I'm not doing it. - Woman, listen, you gotta listen to me now.
This isn't happening. This is a nightmare.
You're right about that. This is a nightmare. I gotta wake myself up.
What are you doing? You're gonna hurt my face.
- I'm tryin' to wake myself up. - Don't...
Your folks are upstairs?
Yeah. They're just getting dressed.
Uh-huh.
We need help.
Yeah, why don't you call that dang shrink you made us go to last year?
- I'm sure he'd love to hear about this. - Well, that's a very good idea.
We just call him up and say that one day I woke up and I looked in the mirror...
and that I was you, and you were me.
Oh, yeah, and he'd have us in some loony bin in no time at all.
Oh, my God, and they'll take away the kids.
Lock us up and throw away the key.
And we can't tell a soul.
You got that right.
Ow! Oh!
I think you should cancel that meeting with Howard Krepke at once!
Cancel? Krepke? Are you out of your mind?
Ow! He's one of the biggest sports reporters in the country.
- I'm gonna need his support. - For what? Your playing days are over.
Look, Sara, you don't understand. You gotta play.
- Are you out of your mind? - You don't have any choice!
What are you talking about?
Uh, we're broke.
Broke? Oh, no!
- They're acting really strange. - Maybe we did it wrong.
- Maybe we made it worse. - Maybe we should tell 'em what we did.
- Maybe not. - Maybe not.
So you let your brother-in-law invest our money.
Well, he said it was a sure thing. He said ten percent returns.
- How much do we have left? - Uh, nothin'.
- Nothing? Oh! - That's why we're living here in this rattrap, baby.
- It's all I could afford. I'm so sorry. - I guess I don't have a choice.
I guess I'm just gonna have to play.
They're gonna kill me.
- Hey, Dad. - Yeah?
- Not you, Mom. Dad. - Yes!
Mr. Krepke says he's in a hurry, Dad.
- Tell him to hang on a minute. - Okay.
- I look like a mess! Put on a skirt. - A skirt?
- At least put some makeup on. - Makeup, no. That's where I draw the line.
I am not going on television looking like that.
Hey, Dan-man, are you up there?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Women wear skirts. I'll be right out, Howard.
I'm just putting on some lipstick.
l... I mean my wife's just putting on some lipstick.
Here. Pucker up.
This'll just take a minute. Hold still. That's a girl.
There we go. Look how beautiful my little pumpkin is.
Mmm! Let 'em see you smile.
What?
Dan, you're 38 years old, and you've had a great career.
Most would've retired by now, but instead you keep on playing. Why?
Well, to tell you the truth, Howard, I did something really stupid.
l... He really loves the game, Howard.
Uh, loves a challenge and would love to keep on playing for a few more years.
Gimme your thoughts on the expanded use of the two-minute drill...
- the no-huddle offense. - The no-huddle offense?
Is that an offense you think will work well for the Saints?
Oh, oh, the no-huddle offense.
You know, Dan and I were just jawin' about that yesterday.
It's the best way to keep the defense from bringin' fresh players off the bench.
Breaks up their rhythm. Makes 'em use up all their timeouts.
Heck, I think it can be very, very effective.
I guess someone's been reading my playbook.
My goodness, Dan. She could almost take my place as a color commentator.
Excuse me. Well, you know, I have to tell ya...
that I believe that we need to have more women in sports journalism...
and I, for one, welcome them wholeheartedly into the locker room.
Girl power.
Good point.
I believe we need to have more women in sports journalism...
and I, for one, welcome them wholeheartedly into the locker room.
Girl power.
"Girl power." Female reporters in the locker room.
Give me a break.
Oh! They have just as much right to be in there as any man.
Dad, I didn't know you could knit.
Well, honey, you know it's important for a man...
to know how to do all sorts of things.
- Ah! - Oh!
Darn! Now you made me miss a stitch.
What the heck you doin' to my toes?
I'm trying to make them presentable. They look like bear claws.
- Look, you ready to go over these plays? - I'm ready to go to bed.
Woman, you got camp in three days.
You gotta know what you're doin', or they'll eat you alive out there.
You know, I'm really starting to hate this.
I hope you don't think this is any fun for me.
And the worst part about it is, wherever I go, there you are.
I look in the mirror, there you are.
It's like we're almost stuck with each other.
Ohh!
All right. And on offense, we got what?
The center, two guards...
uh, the wide receiver and, and, um...
Two tackles and a tight end.
This is ridiculous.
This ain't ridiculous. This is your job.
Dad, since when do you know how to make pancakes?
Since today.
Okay, how many running backs do you have?
I don't know, and, frankly, I don't care!
- Come on, Muffin. Don't quit on me now! - Don't you "Muffin" me!
Wonder why Mom's dressed like that.
Maybe it's the spell. Maybe it is working.
They are helping each other.
They'd never done that before.
Yeah, but they don't seem too happy about it.
Yeah.
I feel sick.
- You feel sick? - No, I mean really sick.
Well, you know, it's all that fatty food you've been eating.
Potato chips, pork rinds. My body is not used to that.
You keep that up, and my butt's gonna be the size of a beanbag chair.
I'll tell you one thing. It sure was nice getting out of bed...
without my knees achin' and my back throbbin'.
You are a mess. How did you ever play like this?
- Do what you gotta do, darlin'. - Oh, speaking of doing things...
you gotta be in Mrs. Fenecki's class at 9:00 A.M.
- Room 202. - Piece of cake.
Just hold up the painting and read what I wrote on the back.
All right, all right. You better get a move on.
- Oh, could you do me a favor? - What?
Could you fix my hair and put some makeup on me? 'Cause I look like a scuz.
Oh, good luck, Muffin!
"Good luck, Muffin"?
Oh, boy. I'm gonna need more than luck.
Anderson, how you doin'?
Corky Davenport.
P... Pleasure to meet you, Dork... Uh, Corky.
- That is one weird dude. - Yeah?
Anderson, saw your wife talk with Krepke on the tube last night.
- She sure knows her football. - Well, Sara's a very unusual woman.
And what was that crack that you made about lady reporters in the locker room?
- You ain't serious, were you? - Oh, I most certainly was.
I don't think we can break free from the constraints of this sexist society...
until women are granted the same opportunities as men.
You better get suited up. Hey, Reilly!
Reilly will show you where your locker is.
"Same opportunities as men"! He's somethin' else.
What are you lookin' at, hair ball?
- Anderson, what the heck are you doin' in here?
- Changing. - Changing?
Well, I'm... I'm a little shy.
Would you mind closing the door?
Thank you.
Piece of cake.
Can I help you with that?
Oh, no, that's okay. Ow!
- I'm sorry. Are you all right? - Yeah, uh, fine.
- I got it. - I'll get the trunk.
Thank you.
Hey, a bunch of us boys are goin' out after practice. You wanna come?
- Oh, I don't... - Oh, come on!
Well, okay. Let me call Sara, see if she can find a sitter.
No, you don't understand. This is boys' night out.
You know what I mean? Boys' night out.
Well, does your wife mind you having boys' night out?
Sure, she minds. She rags at me all the time.
She's always raggin' on me about something or other.
- That woman has a bad attitude. - Well, maybe she doesn't think that you love her.
- She knows how I feel. - Well, have you ever told her?
- I don't need to tell her. - Then how is she supposed to know?
- I married her, didn't I? - That's not enough.
- Not enough? - Not enough.
Tonight when you go home, I want you to sit her down...
you take her hands, and you say the words.
Say the words?
I love you.
Um...
Wait a second. Let me get my stuff together here.
Right. Okay. Uh, this is, uh...
Well, this is, uh...
"Finger"of a Woman.
Isn't that Figure of a Woman?
Figure?
Hmm. Figure. Well, okay, if you say so.
Uh, this next one here is, um...
Well, it's, um...
We'll, uh... We'll get back to this one, okay?
This next one here is one of my favorites.
It's, um...
- Uh... - Woman in a Cafe.
Woman? Really? You kiddin' me?
It's by Umberto Boccioni, a very talented artist.
If you ask me, I think Mr. "Bocheesey" needs a new pair of glasses.
Check out that! Hoo-wee!
I'm thinkin'fast. My legs are slow, that's all.
Anderson sure has a peculiar kind of stride.
- You have a master's in art history. - I do?
Oh, yeah, I do.
You seem a little rusty with the Postimpressionists.
Well, you know, I need to brush up on that post, uh... You know, stuff.
You know, uh... Oh, here. Let me get this.
- Oh, thank you. - I'm a bit of an aficionado when it comes to art.
Well, uh, that's too bad.
Oh, that's nice.
That's very nice. Who's this by?
Looks like, uh, "Sara Anderson."
- You did this? - Yeah, I guess so.
- You're very talented. - Oh, no kiddin'. That's nice of you.
Absolutely. I mean it.
You know, I have a friend who has an art gallery over on Lee Street.
I would love to show her some of your paintings.
- Oh, if'n you don't mind. - No. Heck, why would I care?
You know, Mrs. Anderson, you're a very unusual woman.
You got no idea, buddy.
What a wuss.
Why is that dweeb even on the team?
His dad's Dan "The Man." Hey, Anderson!
What are you lookin' at?
- A big stupid jerk. - You're lucky you're not a guy.
Why? What would you do if I was?
- I'd kick your butt from here to Biloxi. - Yeah? Let's see you try.
- I don't hit girls. - Me, neither.
But in your case, I'll make an exception.
Missy, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the field.
- Fine! - Come on, let's go.
Okay, show me some long patterns! On two!
Ready, hut, hut! Get it out there now!
Hey!
- Hey! Hey! - Let's get her!
Come here!
Aw, come on!
- She's so lucky. - I know, man. They let her through.
If those three guys didn't slip, she never would've got a touchdown.
Yoo-hoo! Sara!
Oh, hi. I thought y'all might like some of these home-grown tomatoes.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
Oh, hey, those children can sure pack it in.
Mm-hmm. They're so...
Oh! Uh, cheese doodle?
Huh? No! No, no, thank you.
Uh, I better get that, okay?
Uh, thank you so much for bringin' by them tomatoes.
They're beautiful. I'll check you out later.
I'll see you. All right.
- Yeah? - Sara?
Uh, no... Uh, uh, Sara! This is Sara. Who's this?
Well, who do you think it is?
Look, lady, I don't have a clue.
- Your mother. - Oh, right! Uh, Mom!
- Sara, are you all right? - Oh, sure, yeah, I'm just... Mmm! Peachy!
How 'bout you? How you doin', darlin'?
Oh, I'm retaining water. Bloated beyond belief.
I still can't get rid of that rash I have on my...
Uh, how's Aunt Bernice?
- Aunt Bernice? - Yeah. She doin' all right?
- She's dead. - Dead? That can't be too good.
We talked about this last week.
Yeah. I'm just... Right. Uh, I'm just... Right.
What is wrong with you?
- Oh, darlin', I got another call comin' in. - Sara!
I'll check you later.
- Hello? - Mrs. Anderson?
No, uh... That's me, yeah.
Uh, it's Principal Wibly.
Could you come down to the school? We have a little problem.
Strong right! Strong right!
Shift! Shift!
Black 40, black 40! Set, hut!
Ow! Ooh! Not good.
All right, set it up again! Let's go!
- Ooh, that smarts. - Hurry up!
Come on, come on! Let's move it! Hurry up!
Black 40, black 40. Set, hike!
Oh, my God!
He ran right into me on purpose!
Well, that's what he's supposed to do!
What in tarnation is wrong with you?
Why are you yelling at me?
'Cause you're actin' like a freakin' baby!
Well, I'm not playing!
Mister, do you want a fine?
I'm going home!
You are stayin', and you are playin'!
Anderson! Anderson!
$5,000! Do you hear me?
$5,000!
You ran all the way for a T. D?
- Nobody even touched me. - All right!
Mom, it's not fair. I'm better than half the guys out there.
- So try out, darlin'. - But the coach doesn't want girls on the team.
- I told you that. - You did?
- Yes. - How 'bout I talk to the man?
- What good's that gonna do? - You never know till you try, darlin'.
But I thought you didn't want me to play?
Well, um, maybe I've changed my mind.
And how about you, son? What you so happy about?
Football. I hate it. It's stupid.
- I wish I could just quit. - So who's stoppin' you?
- If I quit, Dad'll think I'm a wimp. - What?
- He already thinks I'm a dweeb. - I do not!
And, uh, neither does your dad.
So why doesn't he spend any time with me?
What do you mean? He spend time with ya, don't he?
No. He never does.
Dan!
- Dad? - Dad?
Rough day?
Put on your seat belt.
- Mom, what is this? - Macaroni and cheese.
- How come it's so crunchy? - If you don't like it, don't eat it.
- I can't do it. - Fine. I'll order pizza.
I'm talking about football.
It's grueling, it's dirty...
everyone keeps yelling at me.
And they're so sweaty. I just can't do it.
Oh, sure, you can.
Don't cry.
- I can't! - No. Yes, you can.
Yes, you can. Now, look...
- No, I can't! - Wait a minute, now!
If you quit now, the Saints don't have to pay out my contract.
- I can't do it! - Yes, you can. I know you can.
You just gotta believe in yourself a little bit, that's all.
Oh, will you please shut up!
Oww! I can hardly move my body.
How did you ever live like this?
Ooh! That is disgusting.
You just need to stretch out a little bit.
Are you okay?
I don't know what's the matter with me.
I feel all hungover, and I didn't have a beer or nothin' last night.
- Oh, no. - What?
- Well, I was late, but... - Late?
Yeah, but I thought it was from the tension of the move.
- What? - Oh, my goodness.
- What? - I think I'm...
I think we're...
I think you might be pregnant.
- Gold 22, gold 22. - Shift right, shift right!
- Shift, shift! - Set, hut.
Stay calm, stay calm.
I got it. I got it.
I got it.
Anderson, you okay?
Just give me a minute.
Okay, let's huddle up.
- Congratulations. - Ah, jeez.
- You're two months along. - Well, I'll be.
I take it this wasn't planned.
Not hardly, buddy. I just thought I ate a bad clam.
- You a drinker? - Well, heck, I have a beer now and then.
That's gonna have to end. No alcohol, no caffeine, no cigarettes.
You have to take care of yourself.
You're gonna be a mommy.
Man, I don't know about this. No beer, no coffee.
Oh, I feel like every bone in my body is broken.
And forget mornin' sickness. I'm sick all the time.
- Try soda crackers. - Soda crackers?
Yeah. Helps settle the tummy.
It feels so weird, you know, just to know that there's this...
this little person living inside of me.
Yeah, but isn't it also kind of wonderful?
Kinda.
How 'bout you? You know, how you feel about this...
me havin' this baby?
Well, that's somethin' I'd like to see.
Oh, you!
Hey! No fair.
Where'd you go?
- A baby? Are you sure? - Really?
How'd that happen?
l... I mean, I know how it happened. You told us how.
- We took a class on how. - Is it a boy or a girl?
It's, uh, too soon to tell.
This is too weird.
Way too weird.
- Hey, Dan. - Ready, hut.
- Coach wants to see you. - Oh, okay.
That way.
Dan, I guess it's not news to you...
that I'm very disappointed in your performance.
Well, lately, you've been gettin' a little better...
but you're nowhere near the level you should be playin' at.
I don't know what's goin' on with you.
And, tell you the truth, I don't care.
I'll tell you what I do care about. You ain't givin' us diddly-squat.
You don't know the plays, you ain't in the shape that you should be.
And... And your mind...
your mind just ain't right.
Coach Beasily, may I interject something?
No, you may not interject! I don't want excuses. I want results.
And if I don't get 'em at the exhibition game this Sunday with the 'Niners...
I'm gonna give you your walkin' papers. Is that clear?
Yes, Coach.
Mrs. Anderson, females aren't equipped to play football.
Not physically, not mentally, not emotionally.
- It's a question of grit. - Oh, mm-hmm.
So you're sayin' no woman would ever be able to throw a football...
farther or more accurately than, say, someone like you?
No way. Sweetie, I was a startin' quarterback for the Florida Gators.
If I hadn't torn my rotator cuff out, I would've gone pro, just like your old man.
- Okay, buddy, you wanna make a little deal? - What kind of deal?
Well, I'm pretty sure that I can throw the football farther and better than you can...
and if I'm right, which I'm sure I am, you've gotta let Annette play on your team.
- Mom... - Darlin', I know what I'm doin'.
Mrs. Anderson, I don't want you to hurt yourself.
See that dummy out there?
- Yeah. - Think you can hit it?
- Maybe. - All right.
- Mom... - Mrs. Anderson, this is stupid.
- Wow! - All right, Mom!
Yeah! Ha ha ha ha!
You see, it's not what's here, Coach. It's what's here.
Come on, Coach, show her.
Do it, Coach! Come on, show her!
Shoot. She wants to play, let her play.
If she gets hit, it's on your head.
- You're gonna let a girl play? - Why not?
Most of the rest of you play like girls. Line up!
Let's do some laps! Let's go! Let's do it!
Let's go!
- All right, now say hike. - Hike.
All right, concentrate, concentrate now.
Find your spot! Find your spot! Find your spot!
Come on!
There is no way I'm gonna be ready by Sunday.
Oh, if you can't do somethin' perfect...
you don't wanna do it at all, do ya, Muffin?
- Oh, that is not true. - Aw, heck, it is too true.
You know those pictures you paint?
That Principal Wibly said they was pretty good.
- You showed my paintings to Principal Wibly. - Yeah, he said that, uh...
Oh, I don't care what he said! They're not finished!
- They're not ready to be seen! - But he said that...
They're not good enough!
Man, you're so afraid of not being good enough...
you don't even give yourself a chance.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Ow! - Throw me a pass.
- I can't! - Well, not with that attitude.
There's a start. Come on. Let's get to work.
Okay.
Hike.
Man, that was great!
Yes! Yes!
l... I couldn't tell.
All right! See what I'm talking about?
Yeah!
- Great. Way to go, Muffin. - Ow.
Told you you could do it.
What?
What the heck are you doin'?
I feel closer to you now than I have in years.
I feel like we're really starting to communicate.
Don't you even think about it.
- Please? - I'm pregnant.
- So? - So...
I can't kiss you 'cause you're me...
and I'm just not attracted to myself, okay?
- So get over it. - Yeah, but aren't you a little bit curious?
No. I got a headache, and, uh...
you got a big game tomorrow anyway.
You're gonna do fine.
You just need to have a little faith in yourself, that's all.
First and 10, Saints on their own 44.
Hike.
Oh, Wagner!
What are you doin' out there?
You idiot!
I wish I could take this darn thing off when l...
Oh, my... Are you all right? He gave you quite a bump.
I'm... f-fine.
All right, good.
Now, what do you boys feel like doing?
'Cause I was thinking we could do a sweep...
or maybe we could do that, uh, button loop.
We could try a corner pattern. What do you think?
- You mean a post pattern. - Yeah, yeah, right, right. Post pattern.
- Right. So what do you think? - You're the boss.
Right. I am. Yes, I am.
So I say that we do the post pattern.
You know what? Maybe we should do the sweep.
Do you think we should do the sweep? I think so. What do you guys think?
I think we're aboutjust out of time.
Delay of game, New Orleans. Five yards.
That can't be fair, can it? I'm just talking to my teammates.
What is goin' on? Anderson, what are you doin' out there?
What is he doin' out there? What, what, what?
What is he doin'? Anderson, what are you doin' out there?
Second down and 15 for the New Orleans Saints.
Hike!
Anderson's pass intended for...
You're not taking enough time! Look around! Pick your spot!
Don't let 'em pick it for ya!
- Jeez. - Mom, I never saw you so into a game before.
Yeah. I thought you hated football.
- What the heck gave you that idea? - You don't hate it?
'Course not! It's what l...
It's what my husband does. Why would I hate it?
Because during the season, he's never home.
- He's at meetings or at practice. - Or some sports banquet.
Yeah, or he's getting his ego inflated like a big old hot air balloon.
Now, don't you gals think you're being a little hard on these guys?
They're under a lot of pressure.
Besides, they were football players when you married 'em.
That's the end of the first half.
Wagner!
What is wrong... Out of my way!
You butterfingers, you! What's the matter?
- I'm s-s... - Ah, you're a freakin' embarrassment.
Come on back here. Give me this...
You're an embarrassment!
Anderson, what are you doin'out there?
Nothin'! If you don't turn things around, your career is over!
Over!
You couldn't have embarrassed yourselves any more out there...
if you were wearin' ladies underwear!
What are you doin' out there?
You've got the leadership qualities of a dirt clod!
And you! You, they, they intimidate the bejeebers out of you!
You are useless to me! Useless!
And talk about useless!
What are you good for, Wagner, huh?
You, do you enjoy bein' a useless screw-up out there?
- Coach... - What... Don't you talk back to me.
- No, l... - Are you back talking me? Don't you back talk me!
And what are you lookin' at?
A really big jerk.
- Excuse me? - Well, there's no wonder this team has...
the worst record in the league.
These guys are out there playing their hearts out for you...
and what do you do?
- You treat them like doo-doo. - Doo-doo?
Yes, so that's exactly how they're playing.
Anderson, you are on very thin ice.
For what, telling the truth?
You just earned yourself a $5,000 fine!
If this team is ever gonna win a game...
we've got to pull together.
We've got to show each other respect.
- Nurture one another. - Nurture one another?
Yes, like... Like Morton here, a very talented running back.
- No. Wide receiver. - That's right. Communication.
Making him feel any worse than he already does isn't gonna prove anything.
The only time we hear from you is when we make a mistake.
Have you ever once offered a word of kindness, encouragement?
No. When my kids do a good job...
I give them a gold star on a little chart right next to their name.
Lets them know that I care, that I respect what they're doing.
And in turn, they respect themselves.
So what we have to is go out there as a team, helping each other...
standing together in love, compassion and understanding.
So, so, so, come on, guys! Let's run with the wolves!
Let's do it!
Positive thoughts, people.
Black 2-686 "Z" streak on 2. Ready, break!
Break!
Hut.
New Orleans 21, the 49ers 17.
Yes! Yes!
You ran with those wolves!
Wagner!
Looks like... you get a gold star.
Thanks, Coach.
What are you smilin' at?
An amazing performance, Dan. That was quite a comeback.
Well, that's quite a team we have, right, Morton?
- Dan's the man! - Now, what turned the game around?
- A change in strategy? - Well, actually, it was a change in attitude.
We encouraged, we supported...
we nurtured with affection, tenderness and understanding.
Yeah, right.
Well, this has been Howard Krepke with Dan Anderson...
in the locker room of the newly victorious New Orleans Saints.
Man, you really tore it up out there! Yeah!
I had no idea that leading a team, winning a game would feel so incredible.
You're a natural-born leader, baby.
Ooh! Mmm!
Now, you know I couldn't have done it without you.
Um...
Um, I was invited to a victory party.
- I wondered if you want to go with me. - Nah, I can't.
I gotta help Annette with her science project she's workin' on.
You know, I think I'll stay home too.
No! The team will be disappointed if you don't show.
But I wouldn't feel comfortable going by myself.
You got the guys all revved up.
You don't wanna let 'em down now. I'll be fine here. Go.
- Okay. - All right.
Ooh!
Saints number one!
Excuse me. Hey!
Hey, guys, guys. I wanna make a toast. Come here.
To the best freakin' quarterback in the whole freakin' league.
- Oh, stop. - Dan "The Man" Anderson!
Yeah! Yeah!
Okay.
Almost... finished.
I'm really glad you and Dad are getting along a lot better.
Yeah. Me too, darlin'.
I wasn't sure you still loved each other.
We always loved each other.
Just wasn't too sure we liked each other.
Do you think Dad likes me?
Of course he does. He loves you.
Why would you even ask such a thing?
'Cause sometimes he doesn't notice I'm even around.
Is that, uh, why you wanna play football?
No. Well, maybe. A little.
I mean, I like to play. I'm good at it.
And, you know, I was just wondering...
if he came to a couple of games and I did okay...
- He might notice you. - Maybe.
I love you, Mom.
I love you too, Noodles.
You're such a jerk!
- What did I do now? - Nothing.
That's the problem.
- Did somebody steal your puppy? - She's mad at me again, man.
- Well, what'd you do? - Nothing!
Well, maybe that's the problem. Did you ever say the words?
- Say what words? - "I love you."
I tried to. It's just... It don't know.
It's just not me. Isn't there something else I can do?
- Well, you could ask her to dance. - I hate to dance.
Okay.
All right. See you in the morning, buddy.
- Mom? - Oh, uh, yeah?
Nothing.
- You really don't like it, do ya? - What?
Football.
- So why do you play? - 'Cause of Dad. 'Cause it's all he cares about.
- Oh, that's not all he cares about. - Then why is he always gone?
If I didn't play football, he'd have no reason at all to talk to me.
Your dad loves hangin' out with you.
You're just sticking up for him like you always do.
But I know he thinks I'm a geek.
He does not.
And your dad would never want you to do something that you hated.
- You think so? - I know so.
Heck, he doesn't care what you do. Shoot, you could play basketball, baseball, track...
- Tap dancing? - T... Tap dancin'?
Yeah, but if I told Dad I wanted to tap dance, he'd really think I was a wuss.
Look at me, son.
Your dad's gonna be proud of you no matter what you do.
I, uh... And he's sorry he hasn't been there for you.
But that's gonna change. I promise you.
Okay? All right. Good night.
See you later.
Tap dancing. Hmm!
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!
Hike!
Now when the saints
Marchin'in
When the saints go marchin'in
Yes, I'm going to be
In that number
When the saints go marchin'in
- Marchin'in - Now when them saints
- Gold right 927, "X" hook on 2. Ready. Break! - Break!
Yeah
I would like to hit the number
Hike!
The Saints are just one game away.
If they can beat one more team, if they can defeat the Redskins...
they will be in the Super Bowl!
Good news. Check it out. Front page.
Oh! Front page!
Oh, my goodness! This is so exciting.
- Yeah. - Well, you don't seem very excited.
Oh, I am. It's just... I don't know.
- What? - All my life...
everything has been focused into that one direction.
The Super Bowl? You're jealous.
- Disappointed. - That you won't be playing?
No, no, it's not that. It's just...
Spent my whole life chasing somethin' that...
right now doesn't seem that important.
What's important is...
is us as a family.
I'm sorry, Muffin. Sorry I wasn't there for you and the kids.
You're there for me now.
And I couldn't have taken this team this far without you.
Yeah, right. You're just saying that.
What? You helped me find my self-confidence.
You showed me how to believe in myself.
Oh, uh, speaking of that...
that Principal Wibly guy called.
- He's got a friend with an art gallery. - What?
Yeah, she wants to give you a... What's it called? One of them art shows?
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
She thinks you're real good.
- Ooh, ooh. Oh, no, it's, uh... - Sorry.
The baby just kicked.
I really miss that feeling of closeness.
- Being close to another human being. - It's made me appreciate...
stuff I never even noticed before.
D-Dad?
Hi, Noodles.
I think we better tell them.
- Tell us what? - Clarke, your mother asked you a question.
You guys were fighting all the time, and...
we thought you were gonna get a divorce.
And then we found some old magic stuff up in the attic...
- You what? - Aunt Fanny told her not to touch it.
Oh, man. You two did this to us?
I just wanted you to be happy together... like you used to be. I'm sorry.
Dan, it is not their fault. They were just trying to make things better.
- Yeah, but what do we do about it now? - We need help.
From who? What are we gonna do, look in the Yellow Pages under "witches"?
Oh, the Camptown ladies sing this song
Doo-dah, doo-dah - Camptown racetrack
- Five mile long - Oh, doo-dah day
- I go down there with my hat caved in - Doo-dah, doo-dah
You have tapped supernatural forces of uncontrollable power.
To undo what you have done may not be humanly possible.
- Great. - I'm sorry.
It's okay, honey. Everything's gonna be okay.
- Right? - We shall see.
"Souls together, souls apart.
"Blood and bones and muscles and heart.
"Fetch them back from where they roam.
"Bring them together. Fetch them...
home!"
- Did it work? - So we're stuck like this?
"Transmigrated souls will ne'er return...
"till man and woman both...
"can learn to hear and see and feel as one.
If this come to pass, then it shall be done. "
What?
- What is it? - "But if an infant child...
"is hatched before the souls and bodies are matched...
"then they can never be as they were.
She will stay him, and he will stay her. "
What does that mean?
When you have the baby, the process will be complete.
- Your souls will be trapped. - Forever?
No, just till the day you die.
Oh.
Well, maybe it's okay.
I mean, they're not who they used to be...
but they seem to be getting along a lot better.
They do, don't they?
- You seem very confident. - I coached Anderson for four years.
- I know what he can do, and I know what he is. - And what's that?
- A loser. - He did get the Saints into the play-offs.
- He's had a little luck, and it's about to run out. - Well, there you have it, folks.
- I wish it were you out there tomorrow. - What are you talking about?
I am gonna be out there tomorrow. We're doing this together.
You know, I always thought you had it made playing some silly game.
But I did not realize the pressure you were under. Why didn't you tell me?
Because...
I don't know.
I guess I was afraid that you might think that I was weak.
Weak? I just wanted you to talk to me.
Yeah, I know that now.
I also know that you're the reason behind all my success.
Took such good care of the family that... just made it look easy.
I guess I just didn't appreciate you.
Did you know that you're my hero?
I love you more now than I think I ever have.
I love you too, Muffin.
- Mom? - Hi, baby.
Oh, man, we did it! We back!
I'm nine months pregnant.
- What did you do? How did you... - We just... kissed.
"Transmigrated souls can ne'er return...
"till man and woman both can learn...
"to hear and see and feel as one.
If this come to pass, it shall be done."
Shall be done. Shall be done.
Yeah!
Now if you need to go long, call the "Z" streak.
It's a little risky, but if the clock's running down...
- Right, "Z" streak. I got it. Okay. - You're gonna do fine, sweetie.
Yeah, well, I only know the plays on paper. I don't know any of the players at all.
Well, I do, and I'll be there. If you need help, just come to me, okay?
- Okay. - We'll make Coach Perrino sorry he ever cut you.
- Dad? - Yes, baby?
- He's toast. - All right.
Gimme five, little man.
- All right! Go get 'em! - All right, now.
- Go get 'em, Dad! - Get 'em, get 'em!
- Ooh! - Mom, are you okay?
- Should I get Dad? - No, no, no, honey. It's fine.
He just kicked. I think.
Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Superdome...
and today's N.F.C. Championship game...
between the Washington Redskins and your New Orleans Saints!
And now, led by quarterback Dan Anderson...
here are the New Orleans Saints!
I never thought I'd say this, but I can't believe how happy I am...
to have my own thighs back.
- Ooh. - Mama, are you okay?
Oh, baby, I'm fine. It's just probably false labor.
The New Orleans Saints have won the toss and elected to receive.
I love you!
Hey, Dan!
- Smell that? - What?
Smells like loser!
- Wasn't that so sweet? - It sure w... Uh-oh.
- What is it? - My water just broke.
- Mom? - I'm fine, sweetie. You little baby brother's...
just in a little bit of a hurry to get here, that's all.
- Honey, do you want me to call security? - Oh, actually, all I need...
- is a ride to the hospital. - I'll take you.
- Okay, good. Let's go. - I wanna go.
- Me too. - No, Clarke, I need you to stay here.
Tell your daddy what's going on, but wait till halftime, okay?
Tell him I'm doing fine, but tell him to finish the game.
It's as much my game as it is his. Can you do that for me?
- Sure, sure. - Okay, good, good, good.
- Can you keep an eye on him? - Of course. Don't worry, honey.
We're gonna get you there. Move out of the way! Heads up! Please move!
- Pregnant lady comin' through! - Come with us to the car.
Pregnant lady comin' through! Please move out the way!
Time is a-wastin', my man. So what's the play?
Red left, 679 "X" flag. On 2. Ready, break!
- Who me? - Well, you're my wide receiver.
- No, man, I'm the wide receiver. - And I'm your tight end.
Dan, you okay, man?
- Shoot! - Delay of game. Offense. Ball on the 35.
What's he doing out there?
Hut!
You just relax, honey. We'll be there before you know it.
He threw that interception right intoJohnson's arms.
- It's like he forgot his own pass pattern. - Oh, no.
Mom, it's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay.
"Okay"? He just threw an interception!
What are you lookin' at?
- You seem k-kinda different. - Yeah, well, if you'd have been...
where you were supposed to be, the interception never would've happened.
- I need a... - Demerol.
- No, I need a... - An epidural? What do you need?
No, I need a TV, and I need it now!
- You're acting like a jerk. - 'Cause this team is falling apart.
- 'Cause you're acting like a jerk. - L- Look.
We're all under a lot of p-pressure here.
M- Maybe wejust...
- Aw, man. - Delay of game. Offense. Five yards.
There seems to be a lot of confusion in the Saints' defense.
Oh, no!
- Another contraction? - Another touchdown!
And the result is six more points.
And as the first half ends, it's Washington 28, New Orleans 3.
The Saints are offering almost no resistance to the Redskins.
Dan Anderson is having, without a doubt, the worst day of his career.
I am trying to be understanding about this.
I'm trying not to let my anger get the better of me.
I want to be gentle, nurturing and sympathetic.
But what in tarnation...
- are you dimwits doin' out there? - Sir?
- What? - There's someone here to see Anderson.
- Who? - His son.
We're a little bit busy in here. You tell him he's gonna have to wait.
Wait a minute. Clarke's spent more than half his life waitin' on me.
He's not waitin' one more second. Where is he?
This way's closest.
Well, sure. Why not? I mean, what do we need Anderson for?
He's only the freakin' quarterback!
- Hey. What's goin' on? - Mom went to the hospital.
- What? - She's having the baby.
- Well, hey, buddy, come on. Let's go. - No.
She said she wants you to stay and play the game.
Oh, no, I'm not gonna let her down. Not this time.
Then finish the game. She said it's hers as much as yours.
She got 'em here and now she wants you to take 'em all the way.
Well, I'm tryin' to. I'm yellin', I'm pushin'.
I'm trying to get their butts in gear.
- You're yelling at them? - Yeah, I'm trying to light a fire under 'em.
- Mom wouldn't yell at them. - Oh, yes, she would.
- No, she wouldn't. - What would she do?
Make them feel like they're going a good job.
- But they're not. They're blowing it. - Not on purpose.
- Well, I don't know what to do. - Apologize.
- To who? - The whole team. Say you're sorry.
Yeah, well, if I do that, they're really gonna think I don't know what I'm doing.
- Do you know what you're doing? - No.
Then cop to it. Tell them the truth. That's what Mom would do.
I don't know what else to tell you guys.
We win this one, and we're in the Super Bowl.
You guys owe it to yourselves not to look like a bunch of bozos out there.
The only bozo out there was me.
You guys were great, and I just wanted to apologize.
I guess the pressure finally got to me, and I knew I was screwing up...
but instead of blaming myself, I blamed you all.
And all y'all deserve is praise.
I especially want to apologize to Morton Wagner.
You made me look like I knew what I was doing out there all season long.
- Here's your real M.V.P. - All right, fellas. Time to do it. Let's go!
Well, you heard the man! Time to kick some D.C. patootie!
Let's get it on!
- Hey, kiddo, how's your dad? - Everything's fine. Everything's cool.
- Yeah? You want something to eat? - Sure.
That's it!
Hut!
Push, Sara, push.
Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about, baby!
Black left, 686 "Z" streak!
With ten seconds left and the Saints trailing by four...
it looks like Coach Beasily's sending in Morton Wagner with the last play.
Okay, Coach says play it safe. Run the dive.
All right, black left, 686 "Z" streak!
- But Coach wants the dive. - He ain't gonna care if we make the play.
- What if we don't make the play? - Well, then he'll care.
- On three. Ready, break! - Break!
Well, this is it. Everything on the line.
One more time for the whole enchilada.
Yellow, ten! Yellow, ten! Set, hut!
Hey, that's the "Z" streak! Hey! Hey!
It's a boy.
That's what I'm talkin' about! Baby, that's it! Yeah!
- Here he is. I don't have to tell you anything.
From the looks of that field, you know they're on the way to the Super Bowl.
Sweet.
There's your daddy. Someone you can be very proud of.
Here we are! Here we are with Dan "The Man" himself!
- You got a word for the fans? - Yeah, well, I'm kinda in a hurry right now.
Oh, Dan scrambling off...
- Hey, buddy! - All right, Dad!
Come here, man!
- Look at that baby. - Mm-hmm.
That baby, he's saying, "Where is my football?"
- You wanna pick him up? - You know I do.
- Be careful. - All right, all right.
- I got you, man. - Watch his head. Watch his head.
I do this for a living. And this is baby.
Yeah. Well, don't you worry, little man, 'cause big papa's here.
Things are going pretty well now.
My parents still argue once in a while.
But you can see they really care about each other.
Gin!
I'm spending a lot more time with my dad, which is cool.
He's in the end zone! What?
Yes!
Annette was voted Pee Wee League M. V.P.
Congratulations.
Although she seems to be losing interest in sports.
At least ones that require a team.
Mom had a big art opening that went really great.
And I'm pretty hopeful that with a little practice...
I just might be the Gregory Hines of my generation.
Do you know what it means
To miss New Orleans
- And miss it each night and day - Ooh!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - Now you wanna lead?
I don't know. Why don't we take turns?
The feeling's gettin'stronger
The longer I stay away
Miss the moss-covered vines
The tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
I'd like to see
The lazy Mississippi
A- hurryin'into spring