Jack O'Callahan:
[O.C. is standing in the middle of the ice on crutches. Brooks walks onto the ice and stands next to him]
Doc said, "No," right?
Herb Brooks:
He said you *might* be able to go in a week, maybe two.
Jack O'Callahan:
What if it's two?
Herb Brooks:
That puts me in a tight spot, doesn't it? Jack, I've got twenty guys to think about here, and they're all looking at me to do what's best for this team.
Jack O'Callahan:
I understand, coach.
Herb Brooks:
Which is why I'm hanging onto you.
Jack O'Callahan:
[turns to face him]
I swear to God, Herb, if you're not being serious right now...
Herb Brooks:
I'm only saying this if you promise right now you won't even think about asking me to play until I tell you.
Jack O'Callahan:
I won't. I-I mean, I will, I promise, coach.
Herb Brooks:
Cause if you do, Jack, I'll stick your ass on an airplane, and you're headed back to Boston.
[O.C. smiles]
Herb Brooks:
All right, Doc's waiting for you.
Jack O'Callahan:
[smiling]
Thank you, Herb.
[hobbles away on crutches, stops and raises crutches in the air, screaming]
Jack O'Callahan:
Woohoo! O.C. is playing, baby! Hahaha!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:28