Ed Orgeron Jr.: kneels down Mama, I love ya. Marry me. crowd gasps
holds out a ring Look, I know it's crazy, but I can't hide it no more. I gotta do right by you, mama.
stands up, looks directly into his mother's eyes It ain't about the fame, or the glory, or even the damn football.
grabs his mother's hand It's about doin' what's right. It's about takin' care of the people that took care of me.
pulls his mother into a tight hug So, what do ya say, mama? Will ya marry me and make me the happiest man alive?
nervously fidgets with the ring Well, mama, I ain't the best at expressin' myself, but I'm sure as hell tryin'.
looks down, voice trembling Look, I know it's messed up, but I can't hide it no more. I gotta be honest with ya, mama.
takes a deep breath I've made mistakes, mama. Done things I ain't proud of. But I want to make things right.
drops to his knees again Mama, I'm beggin'. Please, give me a chance to show ya how much I love ya.
wipes away tears I know I ain't perfect, but I promise ya, mama, I'll spend every day of the rest of my life tryin' to be the best husband and father I can be.
stands up, exuding confidence So what ya say, mama? Let's shake up this world together, ya hear?
grinning ear to ear That's my girl! We're gonna make the best dang team ever! Now let's get this show on the road!
grabs his mother's hand and pulls her towards the crowd Come on, mama! Let's show these people what we're made of!
yelling Alright, listen up, y'all! We're gonna run this town, win or die tryin'! Who's with me?!
pumps his fist in the air Hell yeah, ya heard me! We're gonna make some noise, gonna rattle their cages!
grinning mischievously Now, I ain't one for big talk, but we gotta start somewhere, right? How 'bout we show these folks what we got tonight?
pulls out a microphone and steps onto a small stage Alright, y'all, gather 'round!
starts beatboxing Bap, bap, baap, baap! Gimme somethin' to work with here!