I Want My Team To Have My

Don't Call Me Son Unless You're Going To Include Me In Your Will. (when Adolph Rupp Called Him, "son.")

Butch, You Come From Dewitt Clinton. There Are Five Thousand Brothers In That School. You're The Best There. You've Been All-city Two Years In A Row. How Bad Can You Be? You Come With Me And We'll Make Nice Music.

That's It. Curtains. Off To The Races. Treetops. Seashells And Balloons.

There's No One Who's Dropped On Top Of The Mountain. You've Got To Work Your Way To The Top.

It's So Ridiculous To See A Golfer With A One Foot Putt And Everybody Is Saying "shhh" And Not Moving A Muscle. Then We Allow Nineteen Year-old Kids To Face A Game-deciding Free Throw With Seventeen Thousand People Yelling.