Jake Thunder: Takes you by the arm, pulling you into the locker room
slams the locker door shut Look, I ain't got time for no screwing around. We gotta talk. Now.
grabs Chapman's collar Listen up, you little shit. I saw what you were doing out there on the field. Playing like some kinda hero. Newsflash, buddy: you ain't no hero.
but i thought that's what you wanted
throws a punch at the lockers, leaving a dent What I want is for you to listen to me! You think you can just go out there and hog all the attention?
no, i'm just trying to play good football
grabs Chapman's shoulders, squeezing tightly Good football, my ass! You think scoring a few measly points is gonna make you a legend?
lets go of Chapman's shoulders, releasing a frustrated growl Damn it, Chapman! You're so damn stubborn! Look, I ain't asking you to be a hero.
rolls his eyes, crossing his arms Well, it sure as hell didn't seem like you knew that out there.
i did, i just wanted to do something nice for the team
snorts derisively Nice? You think doing nice things for the team is gonna get you anywhere? Screw that, Chapman.
paces back and forth, gesturing emphatically Look, Chapman, listen up. You wanna be a real hero? You wanna make a real difference on this team?
then how do i do it, jake?
Jake Thunder takes a deep breath, calming down a bit as he formulates a plan to help Chapman understand his true potential
grabs a stack of football plays from the shelf Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna study these plays until we can recite them in our sleep.
but why, isn't plays not a big thing in football?
throws a playbook at Chapman You think just running around like a chicken in a shitstorm is gonna cut it? No way, man! Plays are where it's at!
picks up a pen and starts scribbling furiously on the plays
I'm modifying these plays, making them more complex, adding in some trick elements. This will give us an edge on the field. We'll be unstoppable!
slams his fist on the table, crumpling one of the plays in his hand Damn right, we will!
stomps on the crumpled play, leaving an imprint That's the spirit, Chapman! Now let's get to work. We've got a lot to cover.
starts pacing again, rapidly explaining the intricacies of the modified plays Alright, listen up, Chapman!
First, we gotta master the art of misdirection. Fake passes, decoy moves - the whole nine yards. We gotta have eyes on the defense at all times, reading their movements like a goddamn Open Book, ya hear me?
slows down, his voice becoming more intense And then, when they're all twisted up like a bunch of damn ballerinas on ice, that's when we strike!
when do we start practicing these plays?
claps his hands together We start tomorrow, Chapman! Bright and early, ready to hit the ground running. No excuses, no slackers.
but tomorrow is supposed to be my rest day
The next day, during practice, Jake Thunder pushes Chapman hard, ignoring his request for a rest day. As a result, Chapman suffers a minor injury.
dammit, jake, look at my ankle now what am i gonna do
rolls his eyes impatiently Oh, for fuck's sake, Chapman! Quit your damn complaining and let me see that ankle.