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Well, it's the first Saturday in September,

and that means one thing in Springfield.

It's that time again.

Opening day of peewee football.

And everybody's headed

down to Child Soldier Field to catch all the action.

It all comes down to this,

the first game of the year,

perfect season on the line.

And drunks are being rolled off the field.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your Springfield Neutrinos!

Huh?

Where'd everybody go?

I can't see.

They over-fogged the run-in!

They put those kids in danger

just to psych up the crowd.

Yeah, are you psyched up now?

Huh? Are you?!

Concussions!

Concessions!

Aah!

My boy hit his head doing football!

I'm a doctor's wife.

Save my boy first!

My boy needs an MRI!

Ow!

- Ow! - Ow!

- Ow! Ow! - Oh!

With head injury concerns

on the mind, the town has shut down

its peewee football program.

Professor, what danger does this

concussion threat truly pose?

Uh, well, Kent,

these children will need their brains

unbruised for the demanding, high-tech jobs

of the future:

polishing and buffing our robot masters.

Indeed.

And here to defend youth football,

we have... Nelson's dad.

Are you wearing makeup?

Is it worth the risk to your son's health

when only .1 percent of youth football players

make it to the pros?

You saying my boy doesn't have what it takes

to play pro ball? Huh?

Boy, show him your moves.

Juke it, juke it!

Why are you dekeing it when I said juke it?

Take a lap!

Without football, Kent,

how are kids gonna learn character like I did,

you stupid fruit-munch?

And what is your problem, smart-nuts?

Which brings us to this question:

if not football,

what sport is safe for our children?

But there are so many club sports

that can eat up all our free time.

What about baseball?

Baseball...

Rife with steroids!

Then test for steroids!

Oh and then there'll be no home runs!

Um, I think I-I may have a solution.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What about biathlon?

That teaches kids to ski and kill.

How about Frisbee-golf?

If I could just have your attention...

Hey, what about Filipino tooth-fighting?

It builds biting, jaw strength and mouth work.

The champion for a long time was a dog.

No one is listening to me.

Well, maybe no one wants to hear

your ridiculous idea.

Let's go, we're late for prenatal yoga.

Milhouse is ten.

Why are we still doing that?

Poor Kirk.

No one listens to him.

Even Luann treats him like garbage.

Love's funny like that.

Help him out.

Make people listen to his idea.

Oh, why me?

I only came to this concert

because I was told it was a potluck.

Attention, smothering parents

who only came to hear themselves talk!

You're an idiot!

This guy has as much right to bore us

as any of you!

Take it away, buddy.

Buddy, buddy, buddy...

"Buddy." Huh.

Um, I've got an exciting sport

that's great exercise a-and teaches teamwork.

Lacrosse.

- La-what? - What-cross?

What-what?

Lacrosse.

It's the perfect combination of

America's two least watched sports:

soccer and hockey.

Any kid can learn to play lacrosse.

Even this.

This isn't a drive-in movie.

Everybody,

feel free to whip stuff at my son's face.

Yarr.

Now hold on there.

Lacrosse has the second highest concussion rate,

right after football.

Safer than football!

Safer than football!

Hey, why don't we have this fruit-munch

teach our kids this crazy sport?

Me, coach your kids?

Most of you won't even make eye contact

when I'm weighing your yogurt.

I'll do it.

If Homer will coach with me.

Huh?

We've come too far together

on this crazy ride.

It wouldn't feel right to do it without you...

buddy.

Buddy, buddy, buddy...

Mm?

Oh, fine,

I'll coach with this guy.

But I promise you this:

I will never stop complaining about it.

Stupid sport I never heard of...

make me wake up early on a Saturday...

probably have to slice oranges...

Don't even know the rules

because I refuse to learn 'em...

my kids will probably suck at it...

And I'll have to kneel down

on photo day, knees get all wet...

despite my bad attitude,

I'm thrilled by the nonstop action...

kids running towards me

with a look of joy I've never seen before...

Dad, we won!

It's okay, kids.

What matters is you tried your best.

Have an orange slice.

No, we won!

Yes, we're all winners.

Because losing teaches valuable lessons.

Have an orange slice.

We did it, buddy.

You and I make a great team.

We won for real!

For the first time in our lives,

we can say "Good game"

and actually mean it.

Good game!

Uh, good game!

Ha! That's loser talk!

Wow, pizza really does

taste sweeter after you win.

Dude.

My kids have never won at anything.

All the girl does is read

and the boy's got one of those

paying attention diseases

that isn't really a disease.

Awesome job, guys!

How do you know so much about lacrosse?

Wait. You want to know about me?

Well, it all goes back to my college days,

where I was the star attackman on our lacrosse team.

I'd even been drafted to play in the pros

for the Milwaukee Zoom.

After scoring the championship-winning goal,

I was on top of the world, man.

I was high-fiving everybody.

For the first time in my life,

no one, and I mean no one, was leaving me hanging.

I was slap-happy,

I couldn't stop myself, until...

I highed one five too far.

Our school mascot, Sir Gudge-a-lot.

My Zoom dream died that day.

Mm...

Uh... Ah...

My wrist healed, but my wrist in here...

never did.

I've never high-fived my own son.

The mascot wore a suit of armor?

Just like a knight!

Yeah, but now lacrosse has brought us together.

Hey, a toast,

to new friendship!

Could I get a roll of toilet paper, please?

I get nosebleeds when I drink.

To... new...

friendship.

Mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

- Dad! Dad! - Dad! Dad!

Dad, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Oof!

It's 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday.

We have a weekend lacrosse tournament!

There's Coach K!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, Dad!

Check out the travel van, brah!

Two days, ten games,

700 miles and one sweet mixtape.

I hope you like Big Bad Voodoo Daddy,

'cause this van's about to swing.

Uh...

I'm pretty sure a mixtape

isn't just the same song

over and over again.

No, no, dude, they're different live versions.

You can tell because some are longer.

Hey, you want a hit off my vape pen?

It tastes like passionfruit

and people think you're a smoker.

Why would I want that?

Don't worry,

Marge isn't here.

Oh, speaking of which,

where is the craziest place

you two have ever done it?

- What? - Let's both say it at the same time.

One... two...

- Don't! - Chipotle!

There are kids back there!

Oh, they can't hear us.

I got 'em watching classic lacrosse matches.

Textbook ankle-breaker

by Gary Gait!

And Paul Gait with the dip and dunk!

Everyone be sure to fuel up

with a rice sandwich.

- Mmm. - Mmm.

Rice in a sandwich?

That's mush-on-mush.

Doesn't this dweeb know kids need bologna to win?

Those sandwiches had so many carbs!

I've never played harder!

Rice power!

Uter, watch those alligator arms!

Hug the pipe, Sherri!

Milhouse, gobble and goose!

Bart Simpson with the Canadian egg roll!

We won every game.

Kirk is like a sports genius who everyone hates.

Worse than Jim Harbaugh?

Well, not that bad.

I know Kirk's a bit of a dizzy duck,

but remember, you're doing this for the kids.

Right, right. The kids.

Everything for the kids.

Oh, God, he's coming!

Hide, Marge.

Oh, good call, buddy.

Disco nap.

We got to power up for tonight.

Tonight?

Which gentlemen's club should we hit first,

Skin City or the Tassel Castle?

Gentlemen's...

you mean a strip club?

Yeah, Wiggles has great dancers,

but they're kind of stuck up,

if you believe Lap-Aficionado.com.

Which, uh... I do.

Why would I want to go to a strip club?

I'm married to a naked lady.

Drive time to Sapphire Diamond is only 39 minutes.

That's the fastest it's been all day.

Hey, wa... 38 minutes!

Listen, Kirk, I'm a lot of kind of guys...

A booze guy,

a don't-know-my-kids'- birthdays guy,

a steal-the-blow-dryer- from-the-motel guy,

but I am not a strip club guy.

You do want to hang with me, don't you, buddy?

I can't do it.

I can't pretend to be this guy's friend

for one more second.

I scored three goals today!

I'm a jock. A jock!

I didn't spit on my hand for the post-game handshake.

Hey, pal, I don't like Kirk either,

but look how much fun the kids' heads are having.

Of course I want to hang with you, buddy.

But, you know, I'm pretty tired from all those YouTube videos

you showed me about whiskey making.

It gets its color from the barrel.

I know, the barrel.

Let's just get some sleep.

Well, all right.

Next time we can just rage twice as hard, I guess.

What the hell is that?

I can't sleep without my white noise machine.

Womb setting.

Mom, we swept the tourney!

We're playing in the championship

against Capital City!

Mwah!

How does it feel to be the assistant coach

of a winning team?

I'm going for a walk.

Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you.

Well, you know what they say,

behind every successful man

is his assistant coach.

♪ How can a wife understand ♪

♪ What it feels like to finally meet a man? ♪

♪ The strongest bond a dude could ever know ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ A guy to catch a game with ♪

♪ A pal you don't feel lame with ♪

♪ Life began the day I found my bro ♪

♪ I'm just a normal boozer ♪

♪ Stuck with this lame loser ♪

♪ A dweeb that somehow thinks that I'm his bro ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ His eyes are small and beady ♪

♪ Staring, oh, so needy ♪

♪ How I despise him he will never know ♪

♪ So much cool stuff we can do as a pair ♪

♪ Everything about him is annoying ♪

♪ Dress as minstrels at the renaissance fair ♪

♪ He smells like fish oil pills ♪

♪ Foosball Fridays in my man cave ♪

♪ That waitress was not into you ♪

♪ Designing the world's best ♪

♪ Blues Brothers fan page ♪

♪ He wants us to co-host an Oscar party, what the hell? ♪

♪ I hate everything about him ♪

♪ This clingy fat-nosed jerk ♪

- ♪ I'm glad he can't ♪ - ♪ Wish he could ♪

♪ Hear me sing ♪

♪ About this sweaty ♪

- ♪ Awesome ♪ - ♪ Fish oil ♪

- ♪ Awesome ♪ - ♪ I was only pretending ♪

♪ To like that stupid dork named... ♪

Oh, hi, Kirk.

Springfield, the city

that lives and dies by youth lacrosse,

a sport we first learned about five weeks ago.

And with just two hours left until face off

against Capital City, the countdown clock

is ticking away.

As always, laying out all the information you need to know,

this is WXPO "The Pipe."

And now the man responsible for this miracle on grass,

the "Priest of the Crease," "The Riceman Cometh,"

Coach K!

Hmm, it's not like Kirk

to miss such an important pre-game rally.

Yeah, well, better get slicing on these oranges.

Where is that coach?

If we lose this game,

I have to give the mayor of Capital City

a crate of Springfield apricots.

We grow no apricots!

Kirk is missing.

I haven't seen him since he left home

happily singing about his friendship with you.

Dad, what do you know?

What? Nothing!

I don't... oh, oh...

All right.

The truth is, your husband and your father

is a soul-sucking loser who found out

I was only pretending to be his friend for the sake of the team.

But, but why did he empty out our bank account,

and all in one-dollar bills?

Oh, no.

There's only one thing a man like Kirk wants

with that many singles.

To hand out to the poor?

Worse.

To bring to a strip club.

I'll go get him.

I'll also get him. No, me! Me!

I just need to go home and put on

my special sweat pants.

No, it's my husband's fault that Kirk has run off

to that jiggle joint and only he can get him out.

Me?

But those places are filled with creeps.

Plus, all the chairs face the stage.

What if I want to have a conversation

with another patron?

Come on, Dad, you've got to do it!

Without Coach K, we can't play in the championship!

Look at the countdown clock.

Countdown clock brought to you by Ray's Steaks:

When you want to raise some stakes,

head over to Ray's... Steaks.

Save Coach K! Save Coach K!

Save Coach K!

Save Coach K! Save Coach K!

As your wife, I'm begging you,

if you ever loved me, go to that strip club.

Oh, guys.

Okay.

All I got to do is go in, get the pervert,

and bring him back to a park full of children.

Hey, I'm looking for my friend.

Bald middle-aged guy, sad paunch, given up on life.

It's 10:00 in the morning.

Take your pick.

- Oh, boy. - Oh, man.

Hello.

Uh, no, thank you. Hey there, big guy.

No, thank you.

Happily married man with no cash coming through.

Made it.

Nothing in this place can tempt me.

Oh, baby, yes.

Those legs go on forever.

Where are they?

Maybe we shouldn't have sent Homer Simpson

into that den of sin.

My husband's a good man.

He can do this.

Oh, worst food I've ever had.

So much...

Is that guy still in the champagne room?

He hasn't slept in days.

He brought a cooler of rice sandwiches.

He says they give him energy.

Wait, who do I know that likes rice sandwiches?

Bart's friend's dad!

So anyway, they can't call it bourbon

unless it's from Kentucky.

It's the American bourbon... He's not a loser paying for lap dances;

he's a loser paying for listening.

Kirk, we've got to go.

The big game is about to start.

Come on... buddy?

Oh, now I'm your buddy again, huh?

Well, guess what, buddy.

Carmeleena and Bodacious are my true friends.

Nothing, nothing that we had was real.

Well, it was all fake.

But, damn it, somehow you turned our fat, lazy, loser kids

into winners.

Kirk Van Houten, I don't like you.

But I respect you.

Respect?

That's the one thing you can't buy

in a place like this.

I've got to get to that game!

Hey, that's a great realization you had there, pally.

Now if we could just settle this up, eh?

$15,000?

12 lap-dances an hour, times three girls, times 56 hours,

pole tax, glitter recycling fee.

It's quite a ride.

Run!

DJs!

Uh-oh,

Japanese businessmen!

ATM with giant service fee!

Aw, we'll never make it to the game.

Our kids were depending on us and we let them down.

You let them down. You.

Did you say kids?

We all have kids.

We'd do anything for 'em.

Come on, working moms, let's get these dads to that game.

I'm sorry, kids, but your coaches aren't here.

You're going to have to forfeit.

And now to blow this whistle and make it official.

It's the Strip-a-copter!

I mean, it's a helicopter I've never rented before.

Helmet up, kids.

Let's win ourselves a championship.

Who wants orange slices?

Yay!

No matter how bad our kids screw up the rest of their lives,

they'll always have this moment.

Buddy, you deserve this.

Just because we're in traction

doesn't mean this hospital room can't swing.

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So after going in to find it a third time,

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Five words...

jet fuel can't melt steel.

When I held the door for that guy

and he didn't even say thank you, I just lost it!

Oh, man, Milwaukee would've been so sweet.

The Zoom were the kings of that town!