BUDDY: All [Oiler coach] Jack Pardee has to do is sit there. We're going to make him look good.
GILBRIDE: The comments, from the first day he came to Houston, denigrating everything we'd done....
HAMPTON: You've got to realize this isn't hockey or basketball. This isn't striped shirts and a tie. This is football. Buddy's way works in football.
BUDDY'S SON JIM: He went in the coach's locker room after the game when he punched Gilbride, and you know what he was worried about? He said, "Oh boy.... I wonder what Joanie's gonna say."
Nineteen-fifty. Frederick, Oklahoma. They've come for him. A convoy of MPs, pulling up to his house with their pistols, pouring out of their Jeeps. What will his father do? Red Ryan called his son a fool for enlisting a few months ago. Now Buddy has defied an order to report to Fort Sill for training, not wanting to give up his job paving highways for the Oklahoma transportation department, the first decent paycheck he's ever had.
The MPs swarm toward the door. The father and son look at each other: a man who once took on four cops when they came to the house searching for a moonshine still that wasn't there. A boy who had to go out and cut the cedar switch for his own whippings when he disobeyed and pray that the whippings didn't turn into beatings.
A man who used to ride steers in rodeos for the sheer hell of it. A boy who carried a scar the shape of an F, as in Father, on his forearm from hanging onto a steer that took him through a fence after his dad told him he wasn't man enough to ride it.
A man who could chug a pint of Four Roses in the morning, heave it over his shoulder and then paint all day, sweating whiskey under a 100° sun. A boy who moved out of the house in high school to get away from him, then moved back in a month later to get close.
A man who thought football was silly, who would never see his son play until his last game of college. A boy who would get thrown out of that game in the first half for fighting.
A man who once rode his horse into the local drugstore because he didn't feel like getting off. A boy who at 63 would say, "I don't think my father ever thought I was tough."