Kinda Makes Me Wanna Curl Up and Watch Old "White Shadow" Re-runs.

Halftime buzzer sounds, Bean and Peabody walk into the locker room, sweating but upbeat.

Bean: Great year so far, man.

Peabody: Yeah, we're really wearin' Mom down out there.

Bean: I was a little worried about you at first, kid. Those early weeks when you were sleepin' six hours or more at a time? Dude, I thought it was over for us before we even got started good.

Peabody: That's my thing, man. I lull 'em into a false sense of security, then I come at 'em hard when they let their guard down.

Bean: Yeah, you faked 'er out man, you faked 'er OUT. Startin' about that sixth week, you never let up. Three, four, sometime fives times a night you were gettin' her up outta bed. I coulda sat the bench and let you do it all yourself.

Peabody: Yeah, you sorta did, sis. (Friendly punch on the shoulder.)

Bean: Hey bro, I like to ease off a little every once in a while so I can power up and come back strong on 'er. But check you out, gettin' her up and then STAYIN' up. For hours! DAWG! You got more guts'n I've ever seen in a player your age.

Peabody: (Chuckles.) Heh. Guess I ate my Wheaties. But you get your shots in too, B. Man, I like that "I gotta poo-poo" thing. Had 'er 'bout completely upside down for awhile there. Awesome strategy. Dude you should COACH. And check out Dad's moves, too.

Bean: Uh huh. That alarm-clock-goin'-off-at-4:45-in-the-morning play - killin' her every. single. time.

Peabody: Dude is UN. CONSCIOUS.

Bean: Y'know, you gotta hand it to Dad, though. He may be the oldest player we got, but the guy's still in it to win it. He's got some trick plays up his sleeve that'd wake up the DEAD.

Peabody: A real team player, that guy.

Bean: Yeah.

Peabody: Yeah. Slap me some skin, dawg.

(High five.)

Bean: Welp, kid. You ready? Let's go finish 'er off.

Peabody: I'm on it, man. Never let 'er sleep, that's my motto.

(They walk out of the locker room and out through the tunnel to the arena.)

Bean: It shows. Hey, I'll take third quarter with a cold, a stomach virus and a few random nightmares and I-wanna-sleep-wif-yous.

Peabody: And I'll hit 'er hard in the fourth with the ol' I'm-learnin'-how-to-pull-up and I-can-crawl-out-this-crib combination.

Bean: (Re-tying a shoe lace on the sidelines) And I'm sure Dad's good for a Godawful-early morning meeting if we need a lay-up.

Peabody: Yeah man, we got this one in the bag. (Sheds his warm-ups and stretches.)

She'll never know what hit 'er.

(They both trot back out onto the court as the buzzer sounds.)

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