All language subtitles for The.Senior.2023.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC5.1-YTS.MX

Hi, I'm Mike Flint.

You're about to see my story.

When I was young, I
was not a man of faith.

At the age of 59, I was
given a second chance

with my family
and with my faith.

Today, I hold love, God,
and football dearest.

And you're about to see
a movie about all three.

Enjoy the film. God bless you.

♪ Are you ready now? ♪

♪ To get on down ♪

Football.

Some say it's the greatest game

in the history of mankind.

Here in Texas, it's
more than that.

More than glory. More
than bragging rights.

More than... even
life and death.

It's a shot at immortality.

And if they do it right,

the only thing
left on that field

is the blood, sweat, and tears

of both them...

and their opponents.

But this story isn't
just about football.

Just under two
minutes left in the fourth.

The Sul Ross Lobos
need a big stop here.

Oh, what a hit!

Mike Flynt comes up with his...

Yeah!

...22nd tackle of the night.

Cheap
shot! Knock it off!

Oh, not so tough now, huh?

Back off, 75!

And
here we go again!

Flynt is not one to tangle with.

That's gonna take us out.

I imagine Coach is not
gonna be happy to see this.

This is my
dad. Mike Flynt.

75? He ain't gonna
talk to me like that.

Middle linebacker

and team captain of
the Sul Ross Lobos.

Eileen.

And this is
my mom, Eileen.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Did you, uh, enjoy
the game tonight?

You played great.

That last hit, uh...
it was for you.

Okay, well,

don't go telling
that boy's mother.

I don't need enemies.

Ouch.

You must really like
hittin' people, huh?

Only if they can hit back.

And this is
where our story begins.

Okay, boys,
this looks fine.

Let's start on it
in the morning.

Alright, Mike.

-Nice work. Thank you.
-Yeah, Mike.

Okay, Oscar, nice work.
See you in the morning.

Get out of
the way, old man!

Hey, move!

Let's go, man, move it!

Some of us have
got to get to work!

Doin' the
best I can here.

Get out of the
way before I get out

and move you!

-Hey, Manny?
-Yeah.

Having some car trouble?
Let me see your keys.

-There you go.
-Thanks, man.

Hey!

-Hey, friend. I got an idea.
-Yeah?

Why don't you take his
keys and start his car

and I'll sit in your truck
and beep your horn, huh?

This doesn't concern you.

Hey, man! He's a vet.

Why don't you show some respect?

Why don't you get out of my face

and have senile G.I. Joe
move that car right now?

Tell me something, sweetheart.

Your butt glued to that seat?

Or you just too
scared to get out?

-Why don't you say that again.
-Oh, it's not glued, huh?

You're not scared.

-Hey, sunshine!
-Hey, Daddy.

Where are you off to?

Spin class.

Oh, Micah's in town.
He's droppin' by.

For dinner?

Nah, he's just meeting
his friends here,

which is why I'm gonna disappear

because anytime his
friends are in town,

he wants me to dress like a nun.

Well, hey, my son is more
conservative than I am!

I don't think you need
to dress like a nun

till you're in college.

You don't have to worry about
that for two more months.

Oh, don't remind me.

That's great.

What is this? Is
this something new?

How do you do this?

Gently.

Which is not something

you would know anything...

-Mike, what's that?
-It's nothing.

What happened?

So, you think
you could make tenure?

I'm just a
lecturer, so not-not right now,

but later.

That-That's the goal.

Can you stay for supper?

No, we can't. Decker
and the boys...

-Decker.
-Yeah.

They're gonna come pick me up.

Decker's playing at the,
um... the Brewhouse.

Oh.

Yeah, you should come.

Well, if you could
convince your daddy,

maybe we could come together.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Dad?

Dad!

Hey.

Hey, Micah.

You wanna take a turn?

Uh, no, I'm alright.

How's work?

Work's fine.

-Mom was saying...
-It's fine.

Frame's almost done.

How's that school of yours?

Them kids giving
you any trouble?

School's good.

Uh-huh.

Come on. Why don't
you take a turn?

You know, exercise
is good for you.

It builds character.

My character's fine.

What
are you afraid of?

Heavy bag's not gonna hurt you.

Here. You used to
have a good left.

Unless maybe spending all
that time at that school

has made you lose it.

I said I don't want to.

Come on, son. Man up.

Take a few shots.

Keep your hands up.

Pop!

I don't wanna see you cry.

Come on, Mike. No
tears. No tears!

Come on, be a man. Don't flinch.

I want you to hit
me. Come on. Come on!

I want you to hit me, Mike!

You're a runt, Mike.

You're a runt and
you always will be.

But you can hit.

So I'm gonna explain
to you the rules.

First of all, if some fool
starts a fight with you

and you back down,

it's a whippin'
when you get home.

Second, most importantly,

if you fight and don't
win, you get a whuppin'.

Yes, sir.

Get inside.

Wash that blood off
before your mom sees.

That's my nose!

I'll trade you this
for that little boy.

No, not yet.

Alright. Well, next week,

I'm gonna teach you how
to light a bottle rocket.

And I'll teach him
who to aim it at.

-Yeah, okay.
-Night-night.

Thanks, honey. Thank
you. Thank you. Mwah!

Sorry I missed Micah tonight.

When's he going
back to Knoxville?

I don't know. He didn't say.
No, he didn't say anything.

-'Cause you didn't let him.
-Stop that.

Alright, well, I guess
I'll get him down for bed.

Yeah, since you riled
him all up, so...

-Bye! Bye!
-Good night, guys.

-I love you!
-Nanny loves you.

What you looking at?

It's just junk mail.

Hey.

Junk. Junk.

Junk.

Junk.

Come on.

-Hey.
-Hey.

How's it going?

Just rewatching a
classic. It's a good game.

Oh, yeah?

You know, I found this

in the garbage can.

Well, don't go
pinnin' me like that.

I'm a West Texas girl.
I'll kick your tail.

Some of them are already gone.

Dave Cooper. Jesse Nunez.

Life's too short, Mike.

And I know how much
you love that team.

And I know how much
they loved you.

Hey, boys! Hour
past curfew. Get inside.

Gentlemen.

You know the rules.

Stay outside, you're washing
Charlie's car tomorrow.

I ain't washing
nobody's car, Flynt.

What are
you doing, Walker?

It ain't a big
deal. We're just having fun.

It is a big
deal. I'm the captain.

You're acting
like the sheriff.

You ain't nothin'
but a little punk.

Hey! Hey!

What's going on? Break it up!

Hey! Mike! Get off! Break it up!

Get off me, Coach!
I'll kill this fool!

-Go to your dorm! Back off!
-You're done, Mike!

You're done! You're
done!

Hey, Mike.

Coach, you, uh,
wanted to see me?

Son, you're not gonna be
captain of the team this year.

Why not?

In fact, you've been
kicked out of school.

Coach, come on. Please
don't kick me off the team.

You're not listening.

Not just the team, the school.

Sul Ross doesn't want
you here anymore.

How many fights since
you've been here, Michael?

Ten? Twenty? Thirty?

President Clark
called me last night.

He said he's heard the name
Mike Flynt for the last time.

Coach, this fight, it-it
wasn't a one-sided thing.

Kids fight. I get that. I do.

-But you're different, Mike.
-How so?

You're the common denominator.

The other coaches are in
your room packing your bags.

We're gonna drive you
out to the highway.

Your dad's gonna
meet us out there.

We've already called him.

I thought maybe you'd grown up.

Turns out,

you're still just a runt.

I'm exactly what
you made me, Daddy.

Hey.

The 1971 Lobos...

I mean, I wasn't even a
part of that team, remember?

And yet they invited you anyway.

I called Randy as soon
as I saw the invitation.

He's already made a
reservation for you.

I thought we agreed never to
tell each other what to do.

Hmm.

I don't remember
making that deal.

Thought I could
slide that through.

You know...

if you had any guts
at all, you'd just

go down there and
face those guys.

You think I'm afraid?

I don't know, Mike.

Maybe going down there would be

a good way to start
figuring that out.

Mike.

Okay.

Okay, I'll go.

-You will? Oh, good!
-I will.

♪ Alright ♪

♪ I put my head on my pillow ♪

♪ It felt good to lay down ♪

♪ Heard my old man
on the corner ♪

♪ As he cussed me
up and down... ♪

Hey, 'keeper.

Can I get a brew?

Mike!

Mike Flynt!

Mike Flynt, get over here, boy.

-There he is!
-Oh, boy, I'm in trouble now!

-Hey!
-Mike Flynt's here, guys.

-Hey!
-Look at you, Mike!

I swear, time done
passed you by.

Oh, enough about me,
Charlie. Have you seen Glen?

Sir, do you know Glen McWhorter?

Yeah, he-he's in here somewhere.

Says in this I was 170 pounds.

Oh, yeah, at birth.

You know, I remember
every fight you ever had.

Man, you was bad
to the bone, Mike.

Hey, isn't that Walker
over at the bar?

Yeah, that's him.

What kind of a captain gets
kicked off his own team?

Come on, it's ancient history.

Eileen says that I never learn.

I got in a fight
just the other day.

Your daddy would be proud.

He wasn't proud of the
way I treated this team.

There's not a day that
goes by that I don't think

about what I did to y'all.

Let it go, man.

Besides, none of us
even remember 1971.

All I remember is the years
that you actually did lead us.

Randy's right, Mike.
It was just football.

We've all moved on.

No such thing as
"just football."

Yeah, well, you boys are right.

And I thank y'all for
letting me off the hook.

It's just sometimes I
wish I could go back

and do it all over
again, that's all.

Do what, exactly?

My senior year.

I'd like to go
back and play, too,

but my body wouldn't.

Y'all might think I'm crazy,

but I feel like I could
still run with them.

Yeah, what's wrong with a
59-year-old college linebacker?

You know, technically, I
bet you're still eligible.

You think I am?

The college rules say that

as long as you got
that senior year,

you can play it.

You still look like
a football player.

I still feel like one.

One more and
we're gonna be closing up.

Hey, Walker.

Hey, Mike.

Ah.

I guess this is the
elephant in the room

speaking to the elephant
in the room, huh?

Yeah.

Look, Mike, there's
been something I've been

wanting to tell you
for a long time.

Go on.

You know, it's been
over 35 years, and I...

I shouldn't have taken so
long to tell you I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

I was a juvenile,
d-dumb as a rock.

I-I got you kicked off the
football team, out of school.

-I deserved a broken nose.
-What?

Yeah.

No.

I... I've been consumed.

There hasn't been a
day that's gone by

that I didn't think about that
night when I lost my mind.

You're sorry?

Yeah.

Hey.

I overheard the guys

and you talking about trying
out for the team again?

Oh, yeah, that...

Yeah, that's bananas.
You know that, right?

Hey, Mike?

You go for it.

If anybody can do it, you can.

So you're
glad you went?

Yeah.

-Thanks, Eileen.
-Good.

Yeah, you were right.
It was healing.

-I'm glad.
-Uh, listen...

I got so much on my mind now.

Would it be alright if I
stayed for a few more days,

maybe, uh, checked
out the old campus?

Uh, sure. Okay.

I feel like I need this.

Just come home with
a smile on your face.

Okay.

Thank you, darlin'.

Speak to you soon.

Yeah?

Uh, hello?

I'm Mike Flynt.

I called, made an appointment?

Yeah.

Yeah, you're, uh...

You're an alumnus, right?

Well, almost, uh...

I never finished my senior year.

That right? Why not?

I got thrown out for fighting.

But I still have that year.

-What do you mean?
-I'm eligible.

Eligible for what?

To play.

I checked, and I
still have that year.

Coach, I'd like to
try out for your team.

Huh.

Yeah. Well, that's a relief.

You know, I thought you were
here for a coaching job,

and I'd have to find a way
to politely explain to you

that we have no
openings on the team.

But this way, we can just
have a good laugh, right?

Well...

I'm as funny as they come,

especially after
a couple of beers,

but, uh, this ain't
no joke, Coach.

When'd you play here?

'68, '69, '70.

A few of
the boys are here,

a couple of J.C. transfers, too.

They're about to run
themselves through some drills.

You want to come
down, see what we got?

Yeah, yeah. Sure do.

Well, Mike.

Really nice meeting you.

Uh, may I join you, Coach?

Okey-doke.

♪ This feel like some
next-level funk ♪

♪ Some bass out the trunk
that make the place jump ♪

♪ This feel like a
whole lotta hype ♪

♪ You know that I might,
now go catch a flight ♪

♪ Ready, ready for some action ♪

♪ Ready for some action... ♪

Alright, I'm Sam
Weston, head coach,

for those of you
who don't know me.

What do you say we play a
little touch football, huh?

So I can see how y'all run.

Let's do it.

What do we have here?

Uh...

Thirteen.

Uh, 14.

Alright, you seven over here,

you seven over here.

Good to see you
playing with us, Coach.

Should be good for team morale.

Ain't your coach.

Gonna be your teammate.

Oh. Okay, cool.

Some nice cleats.

Ain't that what Fred
Flintstone tried out in?

Let's get it!

Alright, boys.
Cover one, cover one.

-Ready?
-Break!

Set. Go.

Go, go, go, go!

I see you!

-Ready?
-Break!

Strong right, strong right!

Tight, you got tight.

Ready? Set, go.

Yo, man!

That's it!

Whoo!

Let's go!

Fred Flintstone
taught me that, son.

Alright then, old
man. Do it again.

Alright, here we go. Huddle up.

Hey, great job today, Pops.

Thanks.

Hey, Coach.

So, what'd you think?

Hmm.

Just to be clear,

there's no hidden
camera somewhere?

You're for real?

Yes, sir. That I am.

Hmm.

Well, you can run with 'em.

I'll give you that much.

I got a million things racing
through my mind right now.

But...

I might let you try out.

Thank you, Coach. I-I
don't know what to say.

Don't be thanking me yet.

Just be here August
12th, ready to roll.

Yes, sir.

Whoo!

It's a second chance, Eileen.

How many of those do we get?

Well, I thought you
were just gonna go

look around for old times' sake.

I have to make up
for what I did.

What about your job?

Building's almost done.

Brett says that
I'll have something

no matter what when
I get back home.

You talked to Brett
before talking to me?

This coach is
probably gonna cut me.

But I just want to go down
there and give it a shot.

I mean, it's something
I have to do.

I'm doing it.

You are going to finish
those 12 credit hours

for your degree,

no matter whether you
make that team or not.

Babe, for you,

I will graduate
magna cum anything.

Hey, old man.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I got some research at
school. Thought I'd swing by.

-How's the job?
-It's good.

It's good. It's busy.

They always lay
committees on the new guy.

Well, you know, you gotta
keep looking, Micah.

For... For what?

For another job, one
that gives tenure.

Yeah, I'm teaching a full load.

It's not easy to get
a job these days.

No, no, no.

We don't settle.

You gotta keep grinding it out.

Is that what you're doing
with the football thing,

grinding it out?

Oh, your mother. She
can't keep a secret.

I thought we didn't keep
secrets in this family.

I just wanted to
tell you directly

from-from just... from me to you

so that it didn't sound as...

Insane?

Dad, have you
thought this through?

-What's to think through?
-I don't know...

Broken skull, broken
femurs, concussions?

That's why I'm out
here, hoss man,

so I can, you know,
work on the engine,

make sure everything's
runnin' right.

You know, Dad, this...

This happened so long ago.

Don't you think it's
time to let it go?

I mean, why does this
one have to be a win?

It's not about winning.

It's about finishing
what you start.

Come on, you and I both
know that's not true.

It's always about
winning with you.

You taught me that
since I could walk.

Well, what, maybe I should
have taught you how to lose?

Okay, look, you're
not hearing me, Dad.

I'm hearing you just
fine. Thank you.

Hope to see you
back at the house.

There we go.

That's all of it.

Well, then, let's get
you off to college.

At least this time I
got a hot roommate.

Oh, my...

West Texas, here we come.

Yo, check it.

♪ All my shorties
coming running ♪

♪ Can you blame 'em? ♪

♪ When you looking like Jamal ♪

♪ All you got to
do is name 'em ♪

♪ Aaliyah, Shanice,
Imani, and Taylor ♪

♪ They're looking for the face ♪

♪ They're plotting
on the chase ♪

♪ She saw your face then
pulled out her mace ♪

Ay!

Don't be
hating the player

'cause you can't hang with me.

Same team bus,

but you ain't in the
same lane with me.

Forget all y'all,
man. Forget all y'all.

Yo, yo, yo!

Yo!

Yo, what you listening to, man?

Music?

Man, what kind of
music gon' make

somebody dance like that?

Good, man!

Look at you, old geezer.

See what that man playing with.

It's just...

It's just rock and soul.

Y'all know "Rubberband Man"?

Uh... It's what we
used to listen to.

♪ Hey, y'all, prepare yourself ♪

♪ For the Rubberband Man... ♪

It's like... It's that
Rubberband Man, man!

I like this!

My daddy
used to love this!

I like that, right here!

I can do this.

We can bump some of
this old-man music.

I remember this.
"Rubberband Man."

It's like a... like
a broke-down Batman!

Gentlemen!
Hey, you newbies!

Quiet down! Gentlemen!

I'm Doc Prude, team trainer.

Line up. Get your gear.

I need to see everyone in
the training room after.

We just messing with you,
old man. Good to see you.

Coaching, right?

No, I'm gonna play.

Football?

Man, that man crazy.

Hey, sir, I'm Fernie Acosta.

-It's cool to have you aboard.
-Hey, thanks, Fernie.

Call me Mike. We're
teammates now, got it?

Yes, sir.

Get your head across!
You wanna be here?

You wanna be here?
Then move your feet!

Yes, Coach.

Get your hands underneath.

Yes, sir.

Eyes up, eyes
up, eyes up, eyes up!

Eyes up, eyes up, eyes up!

Two in, one out, Flynt.

Today,
there are 80 of you.

In a week, there's gonna be 54.

Every one of you
is gonna have to

earn a spot on this team.

Alright.

See you tomorrow, 8:00 a.m.

Full gear.

Come on, Mike.

Come on.

Alright,
move up, move up.

Nice move, Jamal!

Keep your head on
a swivel, old man.

Hey, man, get off of him!

You good? You okay?

-Doc!
-Nice hit!

Whoever that was.

That old
man got stones.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How bad was that?

It's just a stinger, Doc.
It's fine, it's fine.

-I'm good.
-Take it easy.

Hey, you ever done 'roids?

There's a nice question.

No.

Were you a hippie?

What?

Bet you went organic, huh?

A little creatine, deer antler,

little horny goat weed?

Horny goat?

No, man. I never went organic.

Then how are you doing
this at your age, man?

At the moment, I got no idea.

At least you're an old-timer

that don't know all the answers.

Hey, uh, what's your name?

-Jeremy.
-Jeremy what?

Jeremy Cartwright.

Mike Flynt.

Flynt. Like the stone.

I like that.

Strike a flint, you
get a spark, right?

Something like that.

Hey, what are you studying here?

Me?

Yeah, you.

I'm getting my
degree in education.

I want to teach third grade.

Teach third grade?

Uh, not second,
not fourth? Third?

Third.

I like that.

Noble.

We need more
nobility in football.

Yeah.

Where's the...

Ah...

Ah, there it is.

Hi, sir. I was wondering if
I could discuss my schedule.

Oh, I'm not a...
Uh, I'm a student.

OMG. You're that grandpa

who's on the football
team, aren't you?

Well, I haven't made
the football team yet.

-Are you Greek?
-Irish?

I mean, like, are you in a frat?

-Excuse me.
-I'm Professor Gail Davis.

And I hope you know you're
in Biochemistry 101.

So let's get into it.

Hey, Mike.

It's one thing to take our
positions on the field,

but don't go taking
our girls now.

...carbohydrates,
the Acetyl-CoA.

Now, brownie points for
anybody who can tell me

what the CoA stands
for. Any smarties?

Get loose. Get loose.

Going to individuals
right after this,

so get your minds right.

Ah, come on, old-timer.

Weak little stretch right now.

-Weak little stretch.
-Easy now. Easy now.

I'm old.

What's up, man? You ready
for me, Father Time?

I'll tell you what.

You're out of time, son.

We'll see.

Got ya.

How about that?

How about what?

How about that.

He's like a 59-year-old Rudy.

-That's it. Last one.
-That's it.

Wait, o-one more.

Come on, Mike.

Making us look bad.
It ain't a contest.

Nice effort, Flynt.

Contest? Yeah. Contest.

We're gonna do a contest.

Contest! Alright?

Alright, now I
want three benches

lined up right here.

Three of you are gonna
lift these 45-pound plates

-'til the last man quits.
-Yeah.

-Alright?
-Done and done.

Flynt?

Of course.

What? What'd you say?

Haven't used it all
up, Coach. Let's go!

Alright, let's go.

Hey, I'm rootin' for you, Mike.

Somebody better.

Alright, now, get set...

and on Coach Clay's whistle...

Yeah! Come on, come on, come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, Mike! You got 'em!
Come on, come on, come on!

Keep going! Keep going, Mike!

Don't you stop! Mike, come on!

You got it! You got it!

Let's go. You got
this. Let's go!

You got it! You got it!
He stopped. Mike, come on!

-Only got one left.
-Let's go!

-Let's go, Mike! Let's go!
-Mike!

Mr. Flynt! Mr. Flynt!

From now on,

this exercise will
be known as the...

Mike Flynt!

No, no, no, no, Mike.

You-you good, man.

You made the team 40 years ago!

Forty years ago?

Whoa, hey. So I found
the 1970 yearbook

in the library, and
you know what it said?

Said Mr. Flynt made 24
tackles in one game.

How many times do
I have to tell ya,

don't call me Mr. Flynt.

-Uh...
-Call me Mike.

Wait. Hang on. Are you serious?

It's true. And I thought I
was balling with 12 tackles.

Yeah, you could make 24 tackles.

Pfft. In my dreams, maybe.

Well, it starts with dreaming.

Like every week I would daydream

about the next game
and play this movie

over and over again in my head.

I'd like, just sack
the quarterback

and stuff him for
a loss. You know?

-Yeah.
-Time we got to the real game,

I'd already won a dozen games

in my mind's eye. You get me?

That's like Phil
Jackson's Sacred Hoops.

-That's right, exactly.
-Bruce Lee.

-Ooh, Enter the Linebacker.
-Exactly.

Zen and the Art of Ass-kicking,

starring my man, Mike Flynt.
You know what I'm saying?

Killing me, man.

You know what?

Maybe I can make 24.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Since you're daydreaming,

you might as well make it 25.

Hey, son. Hey, listen.

This is the bad part of my
job and I hate doing it,

but I'm gonna have to
wind up cutting you.

Okay? It's not gonna
work out this year.

Go back, work on
the fundamentals.

I'll see you next year,
okay? See you next year.

Alright? We're gonna
gather up. Alright?

Gather up!

Alright?
Come on, come on.

Circle up. Circle up. Okay?

Alright then. Coach Clay,
how many we got left?

Fifty-four, Coach.

That's it, boys. You made
it. This is your team.

-Yeah!
-Congratulations.

-Alright.
-Yeah.

Does this mean I made it?

Yeah, it means
you made it, Mike.

-You did it, Mike.
-Yeah. You got this, man!

-Congratulations!
-Hey, Coach.

Does this mean I made the team?

See, this is why you never
graduated in the first place.

You don't listen.

Oh, thank you, Coach!

I promise you, I will
not let you down.

Okay. Alright.

Hey, look at that, huh?

Ahora tú eres mi
carnal, Mr. Flynt!

Well, thank you
very much, I think.

You got heart, Flynt.

-Thanks, Captain.
-You bet.

I appreciate you.

-Hey!
-Hey, Jeremy, man.

-Hey, man.
-Ah!

I'm sorry, man.

-Congratulations.
-Thanks.

You're a great story.

Ta-da!

Well, congratulations.

Oh, you made it!

What's going on?

Well, allow me the privilege

of worrying about a husband
who's gonna fight semi-trucks

-every Saturday.
-Come on.

Can I just have this one moment?

Just this one moment.

Like I said, congratulations.

Well, DeLanie and Lily called.

Uh, our grandson asked

if I could knock
someone's head off.

Uh-huh. What about Micah?

Ah, Micah, I don't get.

Well, he's worried about you.

So he expresses that
by not communicating?

-I don't buy that.
-Maybe he thinks silence

is the only way
to reach you now.

Hey.

It's good. Good.

Football is a contact sport.

No, ma'am. Football
is a collision sport.

-That makes me feel better.
-Dance. Dance...

-is a contact sport.
-Ah.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm just making my move, woman.

I swear, you're so beautiful.

We've all heard stories about
retirees going back to school

and getting their diplomas,
but have you ever heard

of a 59-year-old guy
going back to college

and signing up for
the football team?

For Mike
Flynt, number 49,

age is just a number.

...a Texas grandfather
who's tearing up

the competition, and
it's no pickup game.

It's in NCAA football.

Mike Flynt asked
himself that question

for 36 years,

and now he has finally decided

-to do something about it.
-Go, Mike.

For 59-year-old
grandfather Mike Flynt,

it's a dream that never died.

-He's 59?
-59?

Jeez, man. He's
older than my dad.

One more rep. The
only way we get beat

out on that field

is if you beat yourself in here.

You get out what you put in.

One more rep.

Don't quit.

That's what I'm
talking about, Flynt.

Come on, Fern-man, you got this!

Let's go!

Next two, next two. Let's go!

Hey, Fernie.

You're as strong as a bull, man,

but you're hitting too high.

Eyes through the thighs,

wrap and squeeze,
drive for five.

You can tackle a
T-Rex like that, man.

Technique. Technique
instead of strength.

Technique and strength. Got it?

Let me see if I can
take my own advice.

Thanks, Mr. Flynt.

-Mike!
-Let's go. Mike, let's go!

Let's go. Let's go. Alright!

-Get in there!
-Here we go. Here we go.

Here we go. Here we go.

Yeah, baby! That's
what I'm talking about!

That's what I'm talking about.

Let's go. Next two. Next two.

Nice hit! That's how to do it.

-Let's go. Next group!
-Whoo!

Ah, that's me. That's
me. That's me. Let's go.

-He's mine.
-Take him out, Stanton!

Oh, it's on now!

Come on!

Go!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Don't bring it up
in here, old man!

Let's go, guys! Go!

Alright, listen up.
O-line's gonna see

a lot of pressure on Saturday
so we're going blitz pickup.

Let's get on the line.

Watch 33. Punch the gap on two.

Gramps is mine.

-Ready! Blue 32!
-Coming for you, old man.

Set, go!

Sorry about that, Cap.

-You're good.
-Alright, nice.

-Good job, Flynt.
-Next time, Stanton.

-You better shut up right now.
-Hey, focus. Listen to me.

You're gonna get Kyle
killed playing like that.

Keep your head on a
swivel. Get in there.

Field, rip, smack.
Field, rip, smack. Ready?

Break!

Ready.

Flynt. Switch side with Jones.

-Go to the Will. Let's go.
-Yes, Coach.

Go, Flynt.

Ready?

Red 88. Red 88.

Set, go!

Whoo! Nice hit, Flynt!

That was next time, huh?!

Yo, Money Mike.

-You alright, Mike?
-Flynt, you okay?

-Mike, come on, man.
-Is he okay?

There you go, Mike. Come on.

Come on, man up.

-Flynt?
-Yeah, I'm fine, Coach.

Don't look like it. Go see Doc.

That was a cheap shot, Stanton.

-You bush league punk...
-Now, Mike. Go!

You're
not so tough now.

And you hit the showers!

Out of my face!

No, no.

Ah, I got one question.

Uh...

how am I gonna hold my... my
wife's hand if I'm in there?

-Here we go.
-You'll be alright.

Love you.

You've got
severely bulging discs.

The C6 and C7.

Rupture those, and
you might suffer

permanent spinal cord injury.

I'm not clearing you to play
until you've got full strength

and range of motion
in your neck,

shoulder, arms, and chest.

Dad, this is exactly
what I was talking about.

Come on, Micah. Stop
being such a worrywart.

I'm-I'm following the
doctor's orders...

Really? Since when do you
follow anyone's orders?

Dad, it's-it's
time to let it go.

Just stop it already, please.

-I can't.
-So what?

Me, Lily, Lanie, Mom,

we just... we don't matter?

I hope you enjoy
playing your game, Dad.

Hey, nice sweatpants, Flynt.

Hides your diaper nicely.

Oh, I am so sick of this dude.

Hey, what's your problem
with me, Stanton?

You better get outta
my face, old man.

-You get outta my face.
-How's that busted shoulder?

Break it up!

Hey! That's enough!

Get off of me! He's wasting
everybody's time, Coach!

You hit the showers.

-Come on.
-Hey!

What are you doing, Mike?

Every man has their
limits, Coach.

And you shouldn't be
anywhere near yours.

Yeah, I told you.
They're still here.

Yeah.

You remember?

I do.

-The first game, boys.
-Hey! What's up, Mike?

I came to
wish you boys luck.

Oh, yeah!

I know you don't need
any luck. I know. I know.

Get on the bus. Get on the bus.

Come on. Even you
guys. Yeah. Come on.

Hey, Coach.

-Hey, Mike.
-Hey, uh...

Decent of you to come by.

Thanks. Can I have a word?

-Sure.
-Hey, listen. Uh, uh...

I was wondering if I could go
on the bus for a few minutes

and say a few words to the boys.

Why?

Why? Uh, well,
'cause I, you know,

I've been around a lot of
football in my day and...

you know, I feel like if I
say a few words to the boys,

I could... I could get 'em...

Yeah. Let's not confuse
the boys, Mike, huh?

But I do appreciate
you coming by, Mike.

See you on Monday.

First game, let's go! Time to...

A packed crowd here

at East Texas Stadium
for the season opener.

And with much of
the preseason hype

centered around the
59-year-old linebacker

Mike Flynt, today,
the Sul Ross Lobos

will have to go without Flynt,

forced to stay home
with a neck injury.

Let's get ready to rumble.

Lobo football!

Oh...

Let me help you.

-I have it, honey. Here...
-Alright.

Alright. Would you get it?

And you gotta
wonder if Coach Sam Weston

is feeling the pressure,

as the Lobos lose
another heart breaker,

23 to 21.

Honey, can I help you?

Yeah, yeah. Just
lift it a little bit.

-Just a little.
-From underneath?

-Yeah. Yeah.
-Okay. Just like that?

-Yeah.
-That's good.

-Keep going.
-Yeah? That's it.

Look at that.

No! No!

No!

Ah!

Oh!

Doctor says it's real simple.

If I can't lift a
football over my head,

I can't play.

Yeah. So...

-what if you can't play?
-Well, then all this...

All this is for nothing.

Nothing matters if I can't
be out there with my team.

Honey, you don't have
to do this, you know?

You don't have to
prove anything, to me.

-We're your team too. Remember?
-Of course, I know that.

And besides, you're supposed
to be thinking about retiring.

I don't think you wanna do that

paralyzed and in a wheelchair.

I'm not gonna get paralyzed.

Mike, you're a linebacker.

You can't promise me that.

Honey.

-It's just a game.
-It's more than that!

It's a whole lot more than that.

-Pull. There you go.
-Gah.

Slow and steady.

-Yes, sir.
-Alright.

-You alright with this?
-Yeah, I got it.

Look, I think I can drive
myself tomorrow, man.

Are you sure? You know
doctor with the arm, man.

Nah, thanks. See you tomorrow.

-Sure?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Micah!

-Hey, Dad.
-How you feelin'?

Uh, better.

Yeah?

-Glad you're here.
-Yeah.

Uh, hey, you know what?
I could use your help.

Okay. Hey, let me get that.

-Yeah. I got it. Yeah.
-Thanks.

Alright. Look,
the cycle harnesses

the available chemical
energy of acetyl coenzyme A

into the reducing power

of nicotinamide
adenine dinucleotide.

In the end, it's that simple.

Basically, it's metabolism.

-Amazing.
-It's exciting stuff.

Yeah, I know.

No, it's amazing
that you're my son.

Where you get the talent
for this is not from me.

Alright. Uh...

Let's take a break. Yeah?

Uh-oh... Let me guess,

the girls have pulled
out the heavy artillery.

Look, Micah, I'm...

I'm being careful.
I'm going slow.

You shouldn't be going at
all after a neck injury.

Come on, at your age?

Seriously. What, what happens,
God forbid you go out there

and you end up in a wheelchair?

Son, you gotta trust me.

What, like, you're on
some kind of quest?

Like you're some kind of hero?

Look, I-I...

I-I just, I feel like I could...

make an impact with these boys,

these-these kids,
that I could ne...

Yeah.

Okay.

I get it.

Look...

you've always been really
good at giving advice,

not so good at getting it,
and I think that is a virtue

you need to pick
up on real fast.

Keep your hands up. Pop!

I don't wanna see you
cry. Don't flinch.

Hey, honey.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, lookie there.

Oh.

He loved that scrapbook.

I... I had no idea he had...

-I found this.
-Mmm.

That was his.

Dad had a Bible?

Mm-hmm. He did.

Finally got to him, huh?

Found a lot to help him in here.

It was tough watching you
two, those last few years.

He wanted to talk to you,
you know, wanted it...

more than practically anything.

Yeah, well...

he sure had a funny
way of showing it.

I don't want for
Eileen to be standing

where I am one day,

hearing all that
silence and regret

when there should be love.

I'll see you inside.

Let me see that
left hook. Come on, Mike!

You're a runt, Mike.

A little runt.

Come on, son. Man up.

-Take a few shots.
-I want you to hit me, Mike.

Let me see that
left hook. Come on, Mike!

Turns out, you're
still just a runt.

You wanna play football
like your daddy, right?

-Yes, Dad.
-Come on, Micah!

You can do better than that.

-I can't.
-Don't quit on me!

-Come on.
-Hit me.

-Hit me. Tougher.
-I can't.

Come on, you got
it. Hit me harder.

Keep going. Come on.

Get mean, Micah.
Don't quit on me.

Something happened
to my dad on that day.

Hey there. This is Micah Flynt.

I'm not around.
Please leave a word.

Hey, hoss man.

Uh, it's Dad, uh...

I was just thinking about
you and I wanted to say hi.

Hope to hear from you.

Maybe it was seeing

his father's prayer
for forgiveness.

Or maybe...

...it was realizing that
he had become his father.

Whip right, X42, drive.

-Got it? Alright, go.
-Got it.

Either way...

-Let's go!
-...at 59 years old,

it's not every day that you get

a second chance at life.

That's it, Jeremy!

Whoo-hoo!

Gotta let the kids
score every now and then

'cause it's good for
their self-esteem.

-Man, shut up.
-That's real generous. Right?

You know what you doing.

And Mike Flynt,

well, he wasn't
about to waste it.

-Dig, dig, dig, dig.
-Look at that, huh?

-Yup.
-I'm gettin' it.

They ain't ready
for this comeback.

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah!

Yeah!

One, two, three, four!

You remember what the
doctor said. No contact.

We're gonna put you through
a few drills to evaluate you.

-Yes, sir.
-Go get 'em, hoss.

-Hey! What's up, old-timer?
-Hey.

Hey,
look, Mike's back!

You the man, Mike!

Set. Go.

Ball. Nice.

Dig, Mike. Dig, dig, dig.

Come on, come on, come on! Yeah!

Heavy hands.

Yeah.

You okay?

Sure.

I can't tell which is better,

the pain or the numbness.

You know, uh, nobody here
will think any less of you

if you take it a bit easy.

Don't you start with me, Jeremy.

Hey, I'm just giving
you some love.

Aw, you poor baby.

Washed-up has-been.

Hey!

Disrespect Mike again,

I'll rip your arm off and
I'll beat your ass with it.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

-Yeah?
-That's right.

That's it for
the day. Hit the showers!

-Be seeing you.
-It's alright, Mike.

Flynt.

Yes, Coach?

What-what is this beef between
you and Stanton, anyway?

It's nothing, Coach.

It's for us to resolve.

Okay. Well, how you feelin'?

-I'm great.
-Yeah. Hey.

I'm giving you the
green light, Flynt.

Not to play,

but to travel with
us in full uniform.

Thank you, Coach.

Yeah. Alright.

Alright. Get outta here.

I thought about what you
asked me the other day,

and you know, I think...

the greatest
football movie ever?

It's The Longest Yard.

-Good one. Great one.
-Yeah.

But you gotta check out

North Dallas Forty.

-North Dallas Forty?
-Yeah.

I'll give it a try,
bro. I don't know, man.

The Longest Yard...

-...that cracks me up, man.
-Yeah.

Adam Sandler, man. He the man.

Adam Sandler? He
wasn't even born

when that movie was made.

Burt Reynolds starred
in that movie.

-He's the man.
-We need a trainer!

-Doc! Get over here!
-It's Jamal!

-Jamal!
-Trainer!

Jamal!

-Hey, hey, hey. Listen.
-Everybody, real slow.

-You good?
-Real slow.

Answer Doc's question.

Ain't that crazy? But
with you out the game,

guess who's gotta be the hero.

-Hey, Mike.
-Hey. Hey, champ.

Let's see if you can
make this man smile.

Uh-oh.

What's up?

I'm sorry y'all came
all the way out here.

Aw.

Mike, you know what
they told me, man?

They said I might never
play football again.

I'm the first in my
family to go to college.

I'm supposed to go pro.

Well,
you better go pro

'cause you ain't
making it as a rapper.

Yeah, I'll be taking
over that too.

Hey, Jamal.

Listen, going pro is a
long shot for anyone,

but no one knows whether
you're gonna get out

on that field again but you.

You work hard,

you'll get out there again.

But how do you know that?

Ever met a linebacker my age?

I'm back on the field.

And when you get out of here,

I expect you to be out
there rooting for me, right?

That first tackle,
it's gonna be for you.

I pity the fool that
go against you, Mike.

And
here come the Lobos,

and with them is 59-year-old
linebacker Mike Flynt,

who has yet to make an
appearance this year,

but is dressed and
finally cleared to play,

which is likely why
this sold-out crowd

is on their feet,

hoping that today
will be the day.

Let's go, boys! Hey,
Kyle. You got this, man.

Braddick.
Shotgun snap. Drops back.

Hey!

-Oof.
-Incomplete.

That's pass interference.

It's way early.

What the...

Hey! Jeremy.

Jeremy
Cartwright is not happy.

-That's enough.
-No flag on the play.

He's looking for an
interference call.

Hey. Come on, Jeremy.

-Mike! Mike!
-Come on now. I know.

What is wrong with these guys?

...looking
for anything on offense.

Braddick under
center. He drops back.

Gets flushed to his
left, sets his feet.

Yeah, that's it! Good...

Oh! Ref, come on!
Throw the flag!

-That looked late to me.
-Come on, Ref!

-You didn't see that?
-Refs, open your eyes!

Stevie Wonder
could've seen that!

The Lobos
sideline not happy.

-No flag on the play.
-The play was dead!

Hut! Go!

Go, Jeremy. Go, Jeremy.

He hurdles a player.

Makes room to the side. Oh!

Oh my!

That has got be a personal foul.

What is going on?

You're not calling that?

Are you kidding me right now?

Come on now! He's three
yards out of bounds...

Mike Flynt
has gone on the field

-arguing for his teammate.
-We want Mike!

We want Mike!

We want Mike!

We want Mike!

We're starting
to hear from the stands...

-We want Mike!
-...calling for Mike Flynt

to get into the game.

We want
Mike! We want Mike!

That was embarrassing!
I'll see y'all tomorrow,

Sunday, 6:00 a.m. for doubles.

And bring your running shoes

'cause they are
getting a workout.

Hey, Coach.

Mrs. Flynt.

The name's Eileen.

Eileen.

Tough game.

Yeah.

You should've played him today.

You know what?

When I go in to have
my patience tested,

the results are always negative.

That's funny.

Yeah. I'll be here all week.

Have a good night, Mrs. Flynt.

What was that all about?

I'm fine, thank
you. How are you?

Just get in the car, Eileen.

Pardon me?

I said get in the car.

Let's go.

Oh, no.

You can talk to the
refs that way. Not me.

Come on, Eileen. I'm
just not in the mood.

Oh, really?

Well, I'm not getting
in the car with you

when you're like that.

Fine, then you
drive yourself home.

Really?

You're just gonna go?

Eileen!

Mike...

Stupid hothead.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Hey.

They should have played
you tonight, Mike.

Yeah.

Thanks for the ride, Jeremy.

I was proud of you today.

-Thanks. Have a good night.
-Yeah.

Eileen?

Yeah, they finally came.

For the game.

Wanted to surprise you.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

Thank you.

Honestly, Eileen...

You never once asked me
if this lunatic mission

you're on was okay with me.

-Of course, I did.
-No, that is a load of bull!

You made a decision.
You're good at that.

You made a decision and
we all have to follow you

no matter what
the ramifications.

And they can be pretty severe.

-I'm sorry, babe.
-No, listen.

Listen to me.

Because, believe it or not,
tonight, I almost left you.

I got in that truck
and I just drove.

Then I thought about it,
and I'm a West Texas girl.

I don't turn tail, so
I came back.

Because I made a
decision of my own.

I'm with you on this.

I know why you have to do this

and if Coach puts
you in that game,

and we both know that's
a big if, I'm with you

with all my heart and sincerity.

On three conditions.

you don't ever make a decision

that affects all of
us without asking me,

not telling, asking me first.

You continue to suit up

and pray to God that
you finish this season

because if you don't,
you are not gonna be able

to live with yourself
and then none of us can.

And the third?

Promise me...

you promise me...

...that you're not gonna do
anything out on that field

that you are not
certain that you can do.

What? I can do it all.

-No, you cannot do it all.
-I swear I can.

You cannot, you
stubborn old man.

Now promise me.

Because that...

I believe in.

Your promises.

I promise.

Oh, good, Mike. You're
still here. Thank you.

Sorry I'm late. No, no. Sit.

I was at the
chancellor's office.

It seems that Fernie is,
uh, failing philosophy.

Yeah, a class that I think
even Plato would agree

he, uh, does not need and
should not have taken.

Uh... But you, how
are you feelin'?

-Great.
-Mm-hmm.

You'd say that even
if you weren't.

Now, Mike, you know
Kevin Everett, right?

Tight end for the Bills.

That's right. For
the Bills. Yeah.

And did you see that game?

I did, sir.

He fractured his spine
right on that field.

Laying there, only thing he
could move was his eyeballs.

Mike...

if something were to happen
to you, if you got hurt,

it would destroy every
soul on this team forever.

You know that. They'd
never be the same.

And it
would destroy mine as well.

Yes, sir.

There's one game left
in the season, Mike.

So, tell me, what can you do?

Uh...

I can be your blocking back
for your field goal team.

Last game you had two
field goals blocked.

No one's gonna run over
me. I guarantee you that.

Hmm.

Okay.

Okay?

Brought
your water bottle.

Thanks, darlin'.

What's this?

I didn't know your
daddy had a Bible.

Mama gave it to me the
last time I was there.

Who would've thought, huh?

Micah?

Micah!

Mom, what... what happened?

No, nothing. Nothing happened.

I just wanted to come
ask you for a favor.

I know that you and your father
haven't spoken in some time

and the trainers have
cleared him to play tomorrow

and I think you should
be at the game and watch.

I don't wanna watch
him break his neck.

He won't.

-He made me a promise.
-A promise?

Mm-hmm.

The Mike Flynt
Reunion Tour, it's...

might be the most selfish
thing I've ever seen.

No, it isn't about him being
selfish, honey, it's...

It's about regret.

Regret for what?

About all sorts
of things, Micah.

Him and his dad.

-Him and football.
-Mm.

Him and you.

He has a chance to
redo his senior year

and it's a chance to
let go of that regret,

and maybe if he lets
go of that regret,

he'll start to be able to
let go of the other ones.

He wants to be a better man.

Better father most of all.

I'm 27 years old.

It's a little late.

And he wants me to forgive him

for being the father
he's always been now?

I know, I get that.

And I do not blame you
for being frustrated.

He's never said sorry to me,

not once, about anything.

-He wasn't brought up that way.
-Yeah, neither...

Neither was I.

This game tomorrow,

it's a second chance, Micah.

I just think it would
mean a lot to him.

He's my father.

It's not my job to
heal him of his sins.

Fifty-nine-year-old Mike
Flynt made national headlines

walking on the team at Sul
Ross State in Alpine, Texas.

A quest that began
some 35 years ago ends

in the season finale
on Senior Day.

Mike, how does it feel to
be back on the gridiron?

It's a dream, a dream
I've had for a long time.

Now, almost four decades
later, the Division III college

and the current head coach
are giving him another chance.

The question
the entire nation

is asking themselves,

is tonight the night

that Mike Flynt will
finally get a chance

to secure his name
in the history books?

It's a beautiful
night here at Jackson Field,

the final game of the season
where the Sul Ross Lobos,

5-5, take on their rivals,

the 10-0 Texas
Lutheran Bulldogs.

It's a sold-out crowd

where everyone has
come to see Mike Flynt,

the 59-year-old linebacker

who has been plagued
with injuries all season.

And now
the 2007 Sul Ross Lobos.

And if Mike
Flynt plays tonight,

he will be the oldest
college football player

to ever step on the gridiron.

Buckle your seat belts.
This should be a good one.

5:43 left in the first quarter.

Tight left. Ready!

Still 0-0.

The Lobos offense
backed up again,

deep in their own territory.

Watch that tight.
Watch that tight.

Come on now, Cap!
Here you go, Kyle!

Kyle
Braddick under center.

Green 18.

That Bulldogs
defense shifting.

Ooh! Big hit! And
Willie Simmons...

It's alright, Kyle!

...with a
huge hit on Braddick,

his third sack of the night.

The Bulldogs'
All-American linebacker.

Let's go!

It's alright! It's alright!

That will
bring up a big third down

and long.

Braddick, back under center.

Gonna send a man over in motion.

Left side, drops back.

From the center...

Picked off. That's Reefer,
free safety for the Bulldogs.

Down near the sideline,
cuts back at the 10,

into the end zone.

Touchdown, Texas Lutheran.

Just like that, the Bulldogs

get on the board
first with a pick six.

Braddick was looking
for Jeremy Cartwright

who is five catches away

from the school record
of 80 receptions.

Easier said than done going
against this Bulldog defense.

1:45 left to go
in the first half.

Bulldogs still up 7-0.

And if this Lobo offense

can't find a way to score or
get into field goal territory,

this sold-out crowd may
not get to see Mike Flynt

get into the final
game of the season.

You got this, men. Let's go.

Here's the snap.

Jeremy Cartwright, he
makes a move inside.

Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball!

It's loose!
Scramble for the ball.

That's Lobos'! That's Lobos'!

That's Lobos' ball!
That's Lobos' ball! Lobos!

The
Bulldogs have it!

With 1:25
left in the first half,

you've gotta wonder,
is time running out

for Mike Flynt and
this Lobo team?

Is that ball broken? You
don't like it? Forget it.

Get out of my sight.
Get out of my sight.

Hey, we're still in this!
We're still in this!

1:25 to
go in the first half.

You get the feeling
that Hot Rod Harrison

won't waste this opportunity.

Shotgun snap. Harrison
looking down the middle.

Caught at the 25.

Inside the 20. Down to
the Lobos' 18-yard line.

Harrison's gonna hurry up
to the line of scrimmage,

working with three
wide receivers.

24. Watch 33! Watch 33!

-Cover two, cover two.
-Fernie Acosta trying

desperately to get his
Lobo defense lined up.

Harrison has been all
over the field tonight.

Quarterback draw. Up the middle.

Gets one block.
Spinning at the ten.

Leaping at the five.

Into the end zone.

Touchdown, Bulldogs.

-Hot Rod Harrison.
-Oh man!

And that
will end the first half.

The Texas Lutheran Bulldogs
dominating, up 14-0.

And after a journey that
has taken nearly 30 years,

the senior, Mike
Flynt, finds himself

with only one half
a football left

before the clock
strikes midnight.

Hey, Flynt.

Listen, uh, I'm
gonna need your help.

Alright? Just follow my lead.

-Yes, sir.
-Alright.

Y'all just quit on me!

In front of the entire
country, you quit!

It is the final
game of the season,

the last game some of
you will ever play!

Are you gonna play this game or
are you gonna lay down and die?

Hm?

Let me know what you decide

'cause I am leaving here
until you figure it out.

Coaches, let's go.

Leave these boys to it.

You know...

Damn it, guys, I feel beat up.

I've spent the last few months

just getting the crap
kicked out of me.

Sometimes... No, not sometimes,
pretty much all the time,

I just wanna say I'm done.

I'm done with the pain.

I'm done with the achin' bones.

I'm done with the torn muscles.

But you know,

every day, there's this
five-minute span of time

where I tell myself
it's worth it.

It's worth it.

And it's in that five minutes I
remember why I came back here.

It has nothing to
do with ego, boys.

It has nothing to do
with how badly I botched

my senior season back in 1971,

which, by the way,
was so long ago,

your parents were young enough
to be watching Big Bird on PBS.

That five minutes is
about this right here.

Us, a team.

I came back here to be on a team

because there ain't nothing
better than being on a team.

I came back here

to be with you all before I
even knew who you all were.

I came back to cheer
for you, Jeremy,

when you make your 80th
catch of the season for a TD

which you have yet
to do but you will do

when you get back
out there tonight.

I came here to see you make
those 25 tackles, Fern-man.

-Huh?
-Yes, sir.

I came to look you
in the face, Kyle,

and wonder how a man
who gets sacked so often

can still look so pretty.

I even came back
for you, Stanton.

Because five, ten,
20 years from now,

you're gonna forget any beef
you and I had between us

but what you will remember is
that we fought side by side.

There's one thing
that I've learned

in my sometimes glorious,
sometimes miserable life,

and that's...

...we're not defined
by our successes.

We're defined by our regrets.

And I've had a ton of them.

As a teammate,

as a husband,

as a dad.

Hell, you boys,

you're too young to
have any regrets yet,

ones that really matter anyway.

So don't let tonight
be that first regret.

Don't let tonight be the
night that you regret

for not being there
for your brothers.

When I come back in
this locker room,

after the game, I will
be an empty shell,

because my very soul, my spirit,

will be left on that field.

Now, forget about
making this a game

that we'll always remember.

Let's make this a game
they'll always remember.

Let's make this
game their regret.

Okay, let's go! Let's go!

Hey yo!

They're gonna know our name.
They're gonna feel our pain.

'Cause that's the
name of the game.

That's the price of fame.

We're here to make war,
not settle the score.

So we're gonna do it for Mike

and we're gonna do it tonight!

They're gonna know our name!

They're gonna feel our pain!

They're
gonna know our name!

They're gonna feel our pain!

They're gonna know our name!

They're gonna feel our pain!

We're doing it for the old man!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

-You ready for this, old man?
-I'm ready.

-Watch this.
-I'm watching you.

-Let's go! Come on!
-Go, J!

You need an invitation? Go!

Bulldogs
set to kick off.

Jeremy Cartwright takes
it at the goal line.

He's at the five. Gets a block.

He's at the 10. To the 15!

To the 20!

Go, Jeremy, go!

To the 30!

Jeremy Cartwright

returns the opening
second half kickoff!

A hundred yards!

Are you kidding me?

-Know my name!
-PAT! PAT!

And looking
towards the sideline,

-this might be it.
-Hey!

That's you, Flynt.

Come on. This is your
time. Go, go, go!

Yup. Here
he comes. Mike Flynt.

And everybody's on
their feet here tonight.

Mike! Mike! Mike!

This is all for you, Mike!

The
59-year-old linebacker

who sacrificed so
much to get here.

Now my being here
finally means something.

It already has,
brother. It already has.

You go!

Here we go!

Mike Flynt,

who's battled
injuries all season,

is gonna be the
oldest football player

to ever step on the gridiron.

Nice of you to join us.

Thought maybe you'd
change your mind.

Not a chance.

Mike, do not let him inside.

I'm coming for you, old
man. You best dig in

or get out the way.

The Lobos
have struggled protecting

this year. They've had
two field goals blocked.

Kick is up.

And good!

It's seven on the
board for the Lobos.

14-7 is the ballgame.

Nice hit, kid.

Mike
Flynt going toe-to-toe

with Bulldogs' All-Conference
linebacker Willie Simmons.

Thirty years later and this
guy is still all fight.

And all of a sudden, folks,
we got ourselves a ballgame.

Out route on the play.
Big hit by the Lobos!

Here's Braddick, back in
the pocket, throwing right.

Sacked one more time!

I'm here all day!

Big drop by
Braddick, into the end zone.

Incomplete! And nobody can
put points on the board.

Braddick in the red
zone, crossing route.

Caught. Run out of bounds.

-Beautiful!
-Yeah!

Despite the Lobos

putting seven on the board,

it's a defensive struggle.

Nobody giving an inch.

Braddick
again in the pocket.

He's taken to the turf.
Oh! Did you see that?

How is Braddick getting up
from these hits tonight?

Keep going!

It's alright, Cappy! You got it!

Two heavyweights
going at it here tonight.

Nobody giving an inch.

The Bulldogs back
to work on offense.

Trying a specialty play,
reverse near side...

Oh! Big hit by the Lobos!

-Alright! Now we're rolling!
-That's it!

Yeah! We're in
this! We're in this!

Lobos put
seven on the board

but they still trail by seven.

It's 14-7 Bulldogs in this
physical football game.

Blown up on the play!

The Lobos hit them
in the backfield.

Chains. Let's go.

They're gonna
bring the chains out.

I don't think he's got it.

Could be
a fourth down and...

-Yeah, he's short.
-Bulldogs are just short.

They've got a big
decision to make here.

And look who's
coming on the field.

Quarterback Hot Rod Harrison.

Back on the field. Bulldogs
are gonna go for it.

Oh! You've got to be kidding me.

Five-two stack.

Hey, hey. Fern-man. Fern-man.

Listen, this guy's
hard to bring down.

You gotta wrap him
up around the legs,

drive until he
goes down. Got it?

-Yes, sir.
-Hey, believe it.

Yes, sir.

If the Bulldogs
pick up the first down here,

they will run out the clock
and take away any hope

of a Lobos winning season.

Everything we trained
for right here.

Five-two stack.
Five-two stack. Ready?

Well, this is
it. Fourth down and inches.

Harrison breaks the huddle

and brings his
offense to the line.

You gotta believe the
Bulldogs will look

to their All-Conference
quarterback

to pick up this first down.

Let's go, Fern-man!
You got this!

If the Lobos defense

can hold the Bulldogs here,

the Sul Ross offense
will get the ball back...

Defense!
Defense! Defense! Defense!

...with
great field position

and time left on the clock.

Shotgun
formation. Here's the snap.

Harrison on the fake.
He's gonna keep it.

Heads for the line.

Oh my gosh, what a hit!

Fernie Acosta with the
biggest stop of his life

has just given the Sul
Ross Lobos a second chance.

Let's go!

Here we go, Lobos!

Let's go, offense! Let's go!

Fifteen
seconds left on the clock.

Lobos with a second chance,
now in scoring position.

Hey, Jeremy, make sure
you get out of bounds.

Time enough for two,

maybe three plays
if they're lucky.

No room for mistakes here.

The Lobos with a
chance to tie it up

and to take this
game into overtime.

This is it!

With 15 seconds left

and no timeouts.

Shotgun snap.

Cartwright, trying
to get out of bounds.

Doesn't make it!

Let it go! Back on the
ball! Back on the ball!

And the
clock is still ticking.

Ten, nine, eight.

He's trying to get the guys
back to the line of scrimmage.

-Come on, Flynt.
-Seven! Six!

They need to snap the ball.

Five! Four!

-Here comes the snap.
-Come on now! Come on!

The
Lobos, shotgun snap.

Braddick in the pocket.
He's looking right side.

Cartwright, back
of the end zone.

It's caught! It's
caught! Touchdown!

Touchdown, Lobos! Touchdown,
Jeremy Cartwright!

And with that touchdown,
Jeremy Cartwright

breaks the school record with
80 receptions on the season

and brings the Lobos one point
away from tying this game

and sending it into overtime.

You have got to be kidding me!

Field goal unit, let's go!

-Come on, son! Let's go!
-Tie this up!

Mike Flynt,

the oldest man to play the game.

Alright, boys, here we go.

For what might be

the last play of his life.

Alright, all you.

Get one for me, buddy,
and then we're tied.

The
Lobos one point away

from tying or losing their
final game of the season.

Long night, ain't it?

You can't write
it. It's just real life.

Get set! Get set!

Hey, you wanna watch out, Mike!

Call 911! Killin' an
old man's a crime!

Mike Flynt
and this Lobo team

with a chance to tie the game
and send it into overtime.

Let's tie this up. Let's
put a man on the moon.

-Come on!
-Boy, after all this,

all the hits tonight,

all the defense and
last-minute score,

it will not matter
at all for the Lobos

if they can't knock
down this extra point.

Set!

It's a bad
snap! It's on the ground.

Braddick's
got to pick it up.

He's looking for anybody.

Now being flushed
out right side.

Willie
Smith is chasing him.

And here comes Mike Flynt!

Oh my goodness! What a hit!

Mike Flynt, the 59-year-old,

just frees Braddick
into the end zone

-for the two-point conversion.
-Yeah!

The Lobos win!

The Lobos win!

Yeah, Mike! Yeah!

The
59-year-old Mike Flynt

returns to the field
and makes a key block

to get the Lobos the
win over the Bulldogs.

And what a moment for
Mike Flynt and his family,

all in attendance tonight.

What a moment.

You can't write it
any better than this.

Mike! Hey, man.

-That's for you.
-Oh. Thanks, Cappy.

Great game, man.
It was a close one.

It was!

-Good job.
-Thank you.

-Hey! Fern-man!
-Hey, Mike!

I want to introduce you... Ow!

You call him Mr. Flynt.

I taught you better than that.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Perdón.

Nice game.

-Oh, there you are!
-Hey!

-Y'all in one piece?
-Baby, when you win,

nothing hurts.

-Hey!
-Good job, Dad.

-Oh, darlin'!
-Daddy, good job!

Oh, thank you for
coming! Hey, Mama.

This is for you.

Oh!

Michael!

Your daddy would
be so proud of you.

Oh, Mama.

I love you, son.

I love you too.

I'm so sorry.

Good. Hey,
let's get on home.

At 59 years old,

my dad became the oldest
player to ever play the game.

And while he left
everything on that field,

this time, he knew
what was most important

is what was off of it.

-You got nothin' better?
-Really?

Show me!

Alright. Alright.
Alright! There it is.

Thirty-seven
years ago, Mike Flynt

was a starting linebacker at
Sul Ross State University.

This is Mike Flynt today,
59 years old and a member

of the 2007 Sul
Ross football team.

♪ Hand me down my walkin' cane ♪

♪ Hand me down my hat ♪

Oh no.

-Hey man.
-Michael.

-What a pleasure, sir.
-Nice to see you.

Oh it's so good to meet you.

I still think you're crazy.

♪ Hey, y'all, prepare yourself ♪

♪ For the Rubberband Man... ♪

♪ You'll never heard a sound
like the Rubberband Man ♪

♪ You're bound to lose control
when the Rubberband starts to jam ♪

Straight up this is one of
my favorite stories ever.

My guest is the linebacker for
division three Sul Ross State.

I thought he was crazy.
Absolutely crazy.

It's been part circus, part
county fair, part revival.

Are you kidding me? You know,

but then I started
to get excited.

We so appreciate you
guys and your talents.

The whole thing has just been
the most incredible experience.

It's an honor for us
to tell your story.

And when you come on a set
you know pretty quickly

whether or not you're
working on something special.

-Thank you.
-Cheers.

They're
gonna know our name!

They're gonna feel our pain!

They're gonna know our name!

They're gonna feel our pain!

♪ Look, my only opponent
is in the mirror ♪

♪ I know it's nobody really ♪

♪ I notice me starin'
back and I know ♪

♪ It's nobody realer ♪

♪ I'm openin' my potential ♪

♪ Know I gotta deliver ♪

♪ So I take a breath
and that whistle blow ♪

♪ Snap the ball
and I'm goin' off ♪

♪ And that clock
runnin', no time-outs ♪

♪ And I'm tryin' for it,
don't care if that sun beam ♪

♪ They call me Icarus 'cause
I'm flyin' towards it ♪

♪ My wings stronger,
my heart fuller ♪

♪ My blood pumpin',
clock tickin' ♪

♪ Crowd screamin' ♪

♪ Everything around me blurry ♪

♪ Runnin' over
everything in my jersey ♪

♪ I ain't got time to
think, no time to worry ♪

♪ These are the
moments I train for ♪

♪ I can lift whatever,
I can take whoever ♪

♪ I can run for hours
like a hunter-gatherer ♪

♪ Got the competition
straight gunnin' for me ♪

♪ Drop the shoulder, I'm
runnin' towards 'em ♪

♪ Whole city got eyes on me ♪

♪ I'm just lookin'
at the prize only ♪

♪ They gon' know our name,
they gon' feel our pain ♪

♪ We gon' let it
rain and I promise ♪

♪ I been through
everything so I got it ♪

♪ I'm doin' everything
that I gotta ♪

♪ They want to bow
down, kiss the ring ♪

♪ You been a queen,
you still a king ♪

♪ Your spirit broken and
it's hard to fix it ♪

♪ When the beast awoken
and it's time to witness ♪

♪ Really, life can bring
you all kind of missions ♪

♪ Be strong enough to
fight all conditions ♪

♪ Show the world, the
little boys and girls ♪

♪ You can change your mind,
you can change the world ♪

♪ They gon' know our name,
they gon' feel our pain ♪

♪ We gon' let it
rain and I promise ♪

♪ I been through
everything so I got it ♪

♪ I'm doin' everything
that I gotta ♪

♪ Yeah, doin'
everything in my power ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to retire Mama,
tell her the world is ours ♪

♪ I'm startin' to
see the future ♪

♪ Vividly, gettin' clearer ♪

♪ My vision, no Nostradamus ♪

♪ So pressure, I
won't allow it ♪

♪ Let me be honest,
I want this ♪

♪ Gonna be a part of
this, moment is larger ♪

♪ Wanna go farther
but I feel pressure ♪

♪ All of this
stressin', enemy on us ♪

♪ Tryin' to be the oracle
with my moral code ♪

♪ Really wanna try
to be historical ♪

♪ 'Cause I've felt lost before ♪

♪ Real talk, it was
hard to let it go ♪

♪ Better understand that ♪

♪ Little bit of
flame in the rap ♪

♪ It's swaying with the
flow I got ice in my veins ♪

♪ And my name in these lights
and they spellin' it right ♪

♪ It's been so many nights ♪

♪ I struggle with trouble
and pain in my life ♪

♪ Was ashamed of my life
so I came with the fight ♪

♪ And they payin' the price,
I won't say it polite ♪

♪ They gon' know our name,
they gon' feel our pain ♪

♪ We gon' let it
rain and I promise ♪