Randomly yelling out “Run the picket fence!” at the end of close games, comparing Butler’s run in the NCAA tourney to that of Hickory High, muttering “My team is on the floor” after each and every disqualification, likening Jimmy Chitwood to Scott Wood, and screaming “Don’t get caught watching the paint dry!” to someone who’s getting backdoored left and right isn’t quite as fun if your audience is someone who’s never seen “Hoosiers.”
So in order to rectify that, we finally got around to watching “Hoosiers” again the other day (it was made a quarter of a century ago—can that really be possible?). And it was just as great as always. In fact, outside of the brutally awkward and painfully icky courtship of Gene Hackman and Barbara Hershey, it is about as close to a perfect sports movie as you will find.
And now I finally have some context to some important wisecracks … “Sun don't shine on the same dog's ass everyday, but, mister you ain't seen a ray of light since you got here.”
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