Hoosiers Monologues

A coach with a checkered past and a local drunk train a small town high school basketball team to become a top contender for the championship.

If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners.

My practices aren't designed for your enjoyment.

I would hope you would support who we are. Not, who we are not. These six individuals have made a choice to work, a choice to sacrifice, to put themselves on the line 23 nights for the next 4 months, to represent you, this high school. That kind of commitment and effort deserves and demands your respect. This is your team.

You know, most people would kill… to be treated like a god, just for a few moments.

You know, in the ten years that I coached, I never met anybody who wanted to win as badly as I did. I'd do anything I had to do to increase my advantage. Anybody who tried to block the pursuit of that advantage, I'd just push 'em out of the way. Didn't matter who they were, or what they were doing. But that was then. You have special talent, a gift. Not the school's, not the townspeople, not the team's, not Myra Fleener's, not mine. It's yours, to do with what you choose. Because that's what I believe, I can tell you this: I don't care if you play on the team or not.

I've seen you guys can shoot but there's more to the game than shooting. There's fundamentals and defense.

Five players on the floor functioning as one single unit: team, team, team - no one more important than the other.

First of all, let's be real friendly here, okay? My name is Norm. Secondly, your coaching days are over.

There's a, um tradition in tournament play- not talk about the next step until you've climbed the one in front of you. I'm sure going to the state finals is beyond your wildest dreams, so let's just keep it right there.

You are in the Army. You're in my Army. Everyday between three and five.

Strap, in for Everett. Don't shoot the ball unless you're under the basket all by yourself!

You know, if everyone is as nice as you, country hospitality is gonna get an awful name.