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There You Go.

That's Right.

They've Been Teaching Him

At Medical School.

Howard, Cut Left.

Cut Right.

Low Post.

High Post.

Got Him?

All Right, Get Him.

Yes!

Foul!

Foul?

You Ran Into The Wall.

That's Stupidity.

That's A Foul.

Is There Blood?

No Blood, No Foul.

Fellas, Can I Talk To You For A Second?

Meet A Living Legend Here.

Cliff, Don't Do That To Me.

Coach Bill Berry From Philadelphia.

When I Played In The City League

This Was My Coach.

Mr. Berry.

Dad's Talked About You For Years.

I've Seen Some Impressive Moves Out Here.

Pay Attention To What He Says.

He's Helped A Lot Of Hoodlums Like Yourselves.

Dad Was On Coach Berry's Team

When They Won The Championship.

Dad Scored The Winning Basket.

He Told You That?

Yeah.

He Did Play In The Game

But When The Winning Shot Was Made

He Was On The Bench.

I Made The Shot From The Bench?

Dr. Huxtable, Play With Us.

Show Your Old Coach Some Of Your Moves.

Come On, Dad, Play.

No, I Didn't Bring Coach Berry Here

To Watch Me Play Basketball.

I'd Love To See You Play.

You Know You Want To Do It.

We'll Take It Real Easy On You.

Yeah, Pop.

Come On... Grandpa.

You'll Never Get Him To Play.

Why Not?

Because He Played In A Game Recently.

It Soured Him On Basketball.

What Could Have Possibly Soured You On Basketball?

Well, Nothing.

It's Just That It's Cold Out.

I'll Buy You A Cup Of Tea.

I'll Tell The Fellas.

You'll Tell Them Nothing.

Our Ball.

There You Go.

Wait A Minute, Coach.

I Thought I Scored The Winning Basket

In The Championship Game.

Cliff, We Were Behind By One Point

With Ten Seconds To Go.

I Would Never Put You In The Game In That Situation.

But Why Is It That I Remember Making The Winning Basket?

You Did.

I Did?

Before I Sat You On The Bench

You Had Gotten The Rebound And Fell On Your Face Hard.

The Ball Hit The Floor

Bounced Up And Went Into The Other Team's Basket.

The Other Team Came Over And Shook Your Hand!

How Could You Be So Old And Remember All That?

Whoo! These Young Guys.

Can't Keep Up With Them.

I Don't Even Want To Hear About It.

You're 24 Years Old.

Playing With 18-Year-Olds Is Rough.

An 18-Year-Old And A 24-Year-Old-- The Same Age.

Your Lungs Are Pink

Your Arteries Are Pumping

Heart Is Pumping

And You Have An Abundance Of Saliva.

I Need To Sit Down.

I Feel Bad That Those Guys Were Ribbing You Like That.

What Soured You On Basketball?

You Can Tell Me.

It Won't Go Any Further Than This Room.

Zip The Lip.

Nothing Soured Me, Per Se, On Basketball.

I Just Don't Want To Play It Anymore.

Don't You Want To Share It

With Someone Who Could Understand?

Nothing Happened!

Get Out Of Here!

Go Play Some Basketball Until You Get My Age.

Okay, I'm Going.

If You Want To Talk, You Know Where I Am.

Anytime.

Now That He's Gone

What Did Sour You On Basketball?

Your Face.

Hey.

Dad, This Book Is Great.

It Has Pictures Of You Playing Ball

When You Were Young.

You've Never Showed This To Us.

I've Never Showed It To You?

I've Had This Book Out A Hundred Times.

I've Said To Every Child In The House

"Look At Dad.

"Here's Some Old Pictures Of Dad

Playing Basketball And Football."

"Oh, We Got To Go."

It Was On That Table.

You Put Your Drinks On Top Of It.

Sorry, Dad.

Ooh, Is This You, Dad-- Number 7?

(Smugly:) Ye-E-A-Ah.

You Were Pretty Good Looking Back Then.

You Had Big Ears.

It's The Haircut, Dear.

No, It's Not The Haircut.

You Had Big Ears.

Did Your Ears Get Smaller As You Got Older?

Take Your Hands Off My Ear, Please.

Well, I Guess Your Head Got Bigger.

Ooh, I Like This Picture Of Number 10.

He Has Fine Legs.

Mm-Hmm. Nice Ears, Too.

I'd Play In A Game With Him Anytime.

Yeah.

Vanessa, This Man Is 52 Years Old Now.

Turn The Page.

Hey, I Like This Picture Even Better.

This Is Your Father.

We're Playing Street Football In Front Of The House.

How Come We Can't Play In The Street?

Ah...

I'm Waiting.

This Is In The '50s, See--

In 1950-Something-Or-Other--

And There Were No Cars At That Time.

In The 1950s, There Were Cars.

As A Matter Of Fact

There Was A Russian Satellite Named Sputnik.

That Is Absolutely Correct.

And You Know What?

The Sputnik...

Uh, Came Down.

And They Said

"What If Sputnik Came Down And Exploded?

"There Would Be Pieces Of It All Over The Place

And Would Probably Hurt Little Boys Playing Football."

So They Took All The Children Off The Street

From That Point On.

Clair, You Have A Lovely Home.

Thank You, Mrs. Berry.

Bill, Clair Has A Videotape

Of A Game That Cliff Played In Just Last Month.

Dad Doesn't Want Anyone To See That.

He Was Out Of Shape.

I Don't Mind Rolling The Tape

But Dinner Is So Close

We Should Go Eat.

We Have Time.

Show The Tape.

I Want To See "The Hammer."

Yes, "The Hammer."

That's What They Called Your Father

Because When He Fouled Someone

They Stayed Fouled.

Your Father's Nickname Should Have Been "The Stomach."

My Husband, Bill

Would Bring The Boys After The Game

And I Had Food Ready.

Cliff Out-Ate The Entire Team.

That's Why

We Never Had Children Of Our Own.

After Cliff, We Couldn't Afford To Feed Them.

No, Let Me Tell You Something On Your Husband.

All That Talk About Food Has Made Me Hungry.

You're Not Hungry.

You Don't Want Us To See This Tape.

What Tape Is This?

A Group Of Doctors

Challenged Some Lab Technicians To A Game Of Basketball.

The Doctors Were Cliff's Age.

The Lab Technicians Were 20 Years Younger

And All Women.

You Played Women?

It's Right Here.

I Can Just Put The...

It's Not Necessary To Play That.

Dad... Take It Like A Man.

Go Outside And Play With Sputnik.

Listen, I'm Not Going To Run This Whole Thing

Because We're Going To Have Dinner

So I'll Fast-Forward The Thing...

I'll Take This.

I'll Be Fair.

Who Made It?

The Audio-Visual Department At The Hospital.

Cliff Offered Them $100 To Burn The Tape.

Okay, Here We Have The Men Warming Up.

Vanessa: All Right, Dad!

Coach: Looking Pretty Good There, Cliff.

It's The Old "Hammer" Moves Coming Back.

Clair: Here Comes The Other Team.

All: Ohhh!

Clair: All Women.

Look At The Men's Faces

When They See The Other Team

Knowing They Have Already Won The Game.

But The Doctors Had Their Shining Moments.

Cliff: Ball Practice.

Zap, Bap, Boom, Zonk, To...

All Right.

All Right!

Nice Teamwork There, Cliff.

No, I Never Touched The Ball.

They Used You Like I Did.

Take A Look At This.

All Right, Wali.

Vanessa: Go, Dad!

There You Go!

And All Right!

Dad, You Missed The Shot.

It Wasn't A Shot.

You Don't Know Anything About Basketball.

That Was A Pass.

Oh, Cliff, Please.

Back The Thing Up, Please.

Now Run It Forward.

I See The Man Cut.

I Make The Pass On The Backboard...

Follow Up... Bam!

Looks Like A Shot.

Let's Go To Your Dad's Great Moments.

There I Am.

All Right.

Here I Go... Zom!

Awww.

Do Me A Favor.

Are There Any Good Moments?

I Thought That Was One.

Let's Try This One.

All Right, Check Me Out.

I Still Have It, Still Have It...

There You Go.

Kids: Yeah!

Clair: Now... Showboat!

Coach: That's Okay.

Whenever Cliff Got A Basket, We All Celebrated.

He Had Some Great Moments.

They Didn't Last Very Long.

Now Watch The Pass.

Look At That.

Didn't Have To Slow Down.

Right In There.

Great Pass!

The Passing Drill Paid Off.

Moving Ahead Here...

Please.

Rebound... Going Down...

Here He Comes.

Vanessa: Dad, Dad!

Nah, Somebody Moved The Basket On Me.

After That Shot, The Team Put Cliff

Where They Thought He'd Be Most Useful.

Come On...

I'm Taking A Rest!

Clair: Come On Now.

Can We Go To Dinner?

The Best Is Yet To Come.

The Women Are Fierce.

Yes... Yes!

Ooh! Ooh!

Yes! Yes!

Spectacular Play.

I'd Like To Coach This Team.

You Can Go Home Now.

Sometimes It Looked Like Cliff Was Playing For The Women.

Coach: Uh-Oh.

Clair: Just Give Her The Ball.

I Couldn't See Her.

Wait A Minute.

How Tall Was She That You Couldn't Block That Shot?

4'1" Or Something.

I Was Trying To Guard...

Watch What Happens

At The Sound Of The Buzzer In The First Half.

Cliff!

She Was In My Way.

She Wasn't In Your Way.

Clair, Show It Again In Slow Motion.

Yes, Ma'am.

You Don't Have To...

Here We Go.

Mrs. Berry: See? You Pushed That Child!

You Should Have Heard

The Nasty Things She Said About My Wife.

Now... We Will Move Ahead.

Please.

She Made The Layup With The Wrong Hand.

Oh, Well.

I'll Mercifully Push Forward To The Fourth Quarter.

I Want You To See The Shape The Men Were In.

Now Can You Tell Me...

Is The Man Playing Offense, Defense...

Or Is He On A Five-Minute Break?

Or Does He Care?

The Audio-Visual Department Strung Some Shots Together

So We Can See The Last Three Minutes.

Ooh!

Yes!

Rudy: Wipe Out!

Coach: Grasshoppers.

Cliff: This Is Not Fair.

It Looks Like We Never Shot.

Clair: You Didn't.

The Men Are Frustrated...

Especially "The Hammer."

Clair: All Right.

Jump Ball!

Mrs. Berry: You Deserved That, Cliff.

I'll Spare You The Final Score.

Let's Eat.

Yes!

Yay!

I Really Enjoyed That Tape.

You Should Be Proud Of Yourself.

As Usual, You Gave 110% Of Yourself.

Thank You, Coach.

I Owe It All To You.

I Worked With What God Gave You.

God Wanted You To Be A Doctor.

Oh, Come On.

(Sigh)

Hee-Hee.

Well, Good Night, Dear.

Good Night?

I'm Not Tired.

Well, Why Don't You Get A Paper Or Something?

Getting The Paper Was Not What I Had In Mind.

I'm Still Thinking About How Bad I Looked In That Tape.

Don't Be Depressed Because Some Women Beat You.

It Isn't Losing To Women.

It's Just That...

To Think About Myself...

At Age 16, Running Up And Down The Court...

And Then To See Myself At 51...

Not Running...

Up And Down The Court.

But Thinking Back To That 16-Year-Old Boy...

Uh, He Was A Heck Of A Boy.

Yes, He Was.

I Saw You At 16.

You Were Something To Behold.

I'm Telling You

I Had Set Everything In My Mind

At Age 51

That I Wasn't Going To Jump.

And You Saw When I Made That Layup

I Was Only This High.

But I Made A Mistake After I Made The Basket

And I Ran Down Court Real Fast.

When I Got To The Other End, And I Stopped

My Body, My Lungs, My Legs Said

"What Are You Doing?"

I Stood There And...

The Woman Stole The Ball From Me.

Ordinarily, If You Stole A Ball From "The Hammer"

"The Hammer" Would Chase You All The Way Down.

Even If You Were Ahead And Going Up

"The Hammer" Would Catch You

And Foul You In A Way That You Would Never--

Even If You Took The Ball From "The Hammer"--

You Would Give It Back.

That's Right.

That Woman Took That Ball Away From Me

And I Was So Tired.

I Stood There And Just Watched Her Dribble Down.

She Made The Basket.

You Know What I Said To Justify It?

"Ain't Nothing But Two Points."

I'll Tell You...

You Saw Me When I Was 16.

You Know What That 16-Year-Old Boy Was Like--

"The Hammer."

You Were "The Hammer."

Yes.

My Favorite Game I Ever Saw You Play

Was Against The Mount Ari Badgers.

Yeah, Yeah.

You Remember That?

Bunky Rose And All Those Guys.

Bunky Stole The Ball From T. Paul Hamm.

Sonny Hill Stole It From Him, You Stole It From Sonny

Claude Grosso Stole It From You.

You Got Up And You Were Mad.

You Walked Over And Took The Ball From Philip Howe

Who Was Standing There.

To This Day We Do Not Know What Philip Was Doing.

He Was Known To Sleep Just Standing Up.

And You Started To Dribble...

Look Out.

Down The Court...

Down The Court.

In Front Of The Basket...

Was Bozo "The Wall" Walker.

That's Right.

Six Feet, Ten Inches, 239 Pounds Of Arms.

Coach Put Him In Front Of The Basket And Said

"Anybody Comes Up To You

Eat Them."

I Stopped My Dribble At The Foul Line

And I Knew He Was There...

I Knew He Was There, And I Took Off In The Air.

Had The Ball In This Hand.

Went Around My Back Twice.

Still In The Air And Came With The Right Hand

And Shot... And That's All I Remember.

You Made The Basket.

I Did.

You Don't Remember Because You Got Knocked Out.

You Won By One Point.

That Must Be The Game I Keep Talking About

That The Coach Doesn't Remember.

We Used To Have Some Times.

That's What It's All About, Isn't It--

Memories?

Which Is Why You Ought To Come Over Here Right Now

So We Can Make A Memory.

You Know...

You're Absolutely Correct.

What It's All About Is What You Do Now.

Yes.

No Matter How Old You Are.

Yes.

You Could Be 72 And Make A Memory For Tomorrow.

You See?

Or Even Two Minutes From Now.

You See.

Whoooo!

And If We're Careful

We Could Have A Good Time Right Now

And That Will Be A Memory, Won't It?

Mm-Hmm.

Ooooh.

I'm Going To Turn Out The Light.

Please Do That

Because Memories Are Ofttimes Much Better In The Dark.

Now Don't Hurt Yourself.