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~ little guy football movie

Since Grade 1 in school and up until Grade 8, a boy has been sprinting every day to school, and back home at lunch, to school again to return after lunch, and once again to return home at the end of the day. He passes by several people and dodges them, and also winds around cars going behind them where he crosses the roads, to get there the fastest. He is always late for school, so he is always running as fast as he can. Some times when he is early for school, he purposely does something around the house just so he can be late, as he gets a dopamine hit from running fast and he enjoys being just a bit late every time to tick off his teachers, but not to tick them off too much so that he gets into trouble - so he is always just a little bit late, or exactly on time.

One day someone he passes by, who he passes by often, shouts at him as the little guy is running by him at full speed "I am going to measure how far this is after school to see what distance you are running, you need to join a track and field team". This boy he passes by notices that the boy is running as fast as some of the cars are going, in the school zone (30km/h) which is almost olympic running speed. In fact the boy sometimes makes it up to a car and passes it temporarily.

After school the boy he passed by, measures it, and finds it to be exactly the distance of a Canadian football field (137m), to the last road crossing at the school. He decides that the little guy is not destined for track and field, but for football. The next day he finds the little guy in school and asks him to come measure the distance from the paper box where he starts (he doesn't start exactly at his home, he starts at a paper box at the corner after walking to there), all the way to the school road. "I measured it, and I think you should help me measure it again just to be sure about this". The little guy says "why? what did you find?". Then the other boy says "You need to measure it with me and I will tell you then". The little guy finally agrees and they walk home together - or at least try, until the boy says to the little guy "we are going to run this, like you usually do - we aren't walking just to talk about this, we will talk about this when we get there - and I will get there significantly in last place." Immediately the little guy sprints off and the other boy follows him.

When they both arrive at the little guy's house the other boy takes out a large tape measure, and chalk. He then walks right up to the paper box and starts a chalk line where they start measuring. He starts putting lines every so often to keep track of how far they have measured. The little guy says "Why don't we just put a line when the tape measure runs out, why put so many lines?" The other boy looks at him, smiles, and does not respond. He keeps making lines, all the way to the school road. He gives the little guy a pencil and paper to keep track of how many meters they have measured. The little guy says again after they have gone halfway "there is really no point in measuring it every so often like this, we might as well just run the tape measure all the way it can go, mark it there, then continue". The other boy looks at him, smiles, and continues, arrogantly, making many straight lines, perfectly distanced apart. When they finally arrive at the school road, the boy asks the little guy "okay, how many meters did you measure?" The little guy says "about 137 meters give or take a few inches". The boy says "you are good in math class, how many yards is that". The little guy says "I forget, I don't know how many yards are in a meter..." The boy moves over to a nearby bush, pulls out a football, chucks it at the little guy's chest, hitting him hard, and says "I said how many yards is 137 meters" and smiles. The little guy guesses, "150 yards?" ... The boy responds "You are destined to become a football player, you have been sprinting exactly a football field every day, 4 times each day, for 8 God damn years, every day, each day, and I've seen you catch up to cars, dodge around cars, dodge around people on the sidewalk, because you are late for school every day, and so am I, I've seen you every day late just like I am, or at least just on time for school." The little guy hesitates, "I'm too small for football". The other boy says "you are destined for football, you've been training a football field length every day, for eight years, since Grade 1. The little guy responds "Maybe I would be better as a runner, I am too small to play football." Grade 8 and 9 go by, and and he continues to run to school.

Every time the chalk washes away due to weather, the other boy redraws the lines on the sidewalk to remind the little guy he is running a perfect football field distance.

Once grade 10 comes up, he remembers the conversation he had with that boy, and the lines drawn on the sidewalk since Grade 8. The Grade 10 school is in a different location and is much farther away, and now the boy bikes or walks there. When he walks there he sprints to his old school on the way, then walks the rest of the way to his Grade 10 School. In Grade 10 he nervously and hesitatingly decides to try out for the football team, very self conscious about his small size. When he tries out, the boy that measured with him the distance at his old school shows up and stands beside one of the coaches judging the boys to see if they will make the team. The coach says to the boy when watching the little guy charge away with the football doing a great job on the field "who's this guy, where'd he come from, why is he so small, why is he so good, why is he so fast, and why the hell can't any of the other players tackle him?" The boy standing beside him who watched him run to school every day says "Let me tell you who this guy is, he's been running a football field distance every day, without even knowing it - for 8 years - his house is exactly 137 meters from school, or the paper box he starts at rather - and he is late for school every day, just like me. He just makes it on time to school or a little bit late but not too late, by sprinting as fast as he can, every day, 4 times a day for breakfast, lunch, and home, both ways - this guy has designed himself as a football player without even realizing it, training for 8 steady years every day". The coach says "that would explain it - well he is certainly not going to make the grade 10 football team".. the coach smiles .. "the boy says "what do you mean?" the Coach says "he's going on the Grade 12 football team, we can't have him play on Grade 10, he'll humiliate the entire Grade." .. The boy says "Isn't he too small to play on Grade 12 though?".. The coach says "He's too fast and too small to catch, so it really doesn't matter now does it. We'll get him in the weight lifting room and on a diet."

The boy does extremely well on the Grade 12 team even though he is in Grade 10, and scores top points, and all of the team members respect him. However something is not right. Sometimes the boy is crying in the locker room after a game. The other players ask him what is wrong, but he will not say anything. Finally one day the boy admits that his father is sexually assaulting him, and that if he reports it or tells anyone, his father has threatened to kill him. (silent movie scene, where the biggest guy on the team is sitting down with him having a chat, and the big football player has an extremely serious look on his face."

The big football player lends him a laptop and a separate camera that can wirelessly transmit camera recording data to the laptop. The big guy says "just make an excuse to get out of the situation, say you have to take a shit or something, hide the laptop somewhere, then immediately email me and we'll receive the camera data and knock on your door pretending we have a football practice... I don't know, hide the laptop in a kitchen cupboard, under your bed, in the bathroom, just make an excuse to get ready to leave the house.. as soon as you email us the video file we'll ring the door bell. We'll hide in a van nearby and all come to your door just pretending it is practice night, and then we'll take the data to the police - he can't kill you if he is locked up, and if you can get him to admit he will threaten to kill you on video, then we have evidence to lock him up for good. We'll do this on a specific day, we'll call it 'setup day'".

The boy goes home on "setup day" and sets up the camera in the room he gets sexually assaulted in. The laptop is hidden in a bathroom cupboard, able to receive wireless data from a hidden camera. The camera records the crime (sexual assault by father) of the little guy. As soon as the little guy is about to be sexually assaulted and audio/video is recorded of the father ready to commit the assault, the boy makes an excuse and says "I really have to go to the bathroom, I have diarrhea", during the crime caught on tape. He manages to escape to the bathroom, and as soon as he gets there he sends the video data by email to his football team mates. They are waiting outside close by, with cell phones, and receive the email on their cell phone as evidence they can now take to the police. They come out of the van parked down the street and run to the house as soon as possible to rescue the boy. One of the player's, the big guy, has a football bag with him. They knock on the door and say "it's practice day, we're here to pick up little guy". The boy answers the door and is almost crying, the big guy says "can I use the bathroom?" to the little guy's father. He walks in and slams the father's shoulder heading to the bathroom to obtain the laptop. He pours some water in the toilet making it sound like he had to go, grabs the laptop from the cupboard, hidden away, puts it in his small football bag. The father of the little guy has no choice to let the boy go and practice football, and doesn't quite understand what is going on... he says "you hit me on the shoulder on the way to the bathroom, I want you to apologize now". The football player says "Oh sorry, had to go really bad, and laughs". They head to the police station with backup copies and plenty of proof of the crime, in video and audio.

The little guy moves in with one of the other football players immediately after they record the event and take it to the police. The big football player that he moves in with demands that he stay at his house while the police are looking over the data and while the father is being reported. The police agree this is the best for the little guy. The big guy suggests he move in with him permanently, even though there is no space in his house and no spare bedroom. He says "I'll give up my queen bed, we'll have to small single bed's in my room... we'll find a way to make it work." The little guy says "you'll give up this large bed to have me stay here? you're one of the top Grade 12 football players, how are you going to have your girlfriends over with just a small single bed" he jokes. The big guy laughs "some of them will just have to sleep in your bed, there's room isn't there?"

Eventually after living there for a while, still in Grade 10, and the little guy's father going to prison for threatening to kill and for assaulting the boy, the father of the big guy who owns the home the little guy is staying in, goes into the neighborhood of the Grade 10-12 school one day and measures the distance from the school to some nearby houses. He finds a few houses close to exactly 137M away, and it just so happens that one of the houses is a bigger home than he currently owns. He walks up to the house, rings the doorbell, and he gets an answer. A man opens the door, and the father of the big guy says "Are you interested in selling this house?" The man who opened the door says "Are you kidding..".. he laughs .."This house is not for sale." The man in the house then closes the door, slowly, wondering why someone would walk up to his home and ask him that. Then he says "why was it a mistake in the paper or something, did a real estate agent mix up the address? Is this house listed for sale somewhere?"... and reopens the door again continuing to talk to the man on his step. The father of the big guy responds "I really need to purchase this home, I know it is not for sale, but this is the home I need for my two boys (little guy who he now has custody of, and big guy, his son). The owner of the home says "It's not for sale, it's a great house but I'm not selling" and he closes the door slowly again. The father of the big guy says "I have something that will change your mind."

The father of the big guy explains to the home owner that the little guy is going to make the big leagues, the CFL or the NFL, and that he should come and watch him play. He explains how he became such a fast football player, by running 137M each day in his old Grade 1-9 school. The father of the big guy explains to him that he now needs a larger home because he now has two boys, the little guy and the big guy, and needs one more bedroom - which this house he is standing on the front porch of, likely has, as it is significantly bigger. He says "Your house is exactly 137M away, the distance of a football field, to his new school, and I would like both my boys to train each day running too school in respect of the young man who has been assaulted and treated very badly by his father who is now in jail. I have the money to buy another house elsewhere in this neighborhood and some are for sale I've looked over, but yours is 137M away. You need to come watch this guy play, and it will change your mind". The home owner says "Sure I will come watch him, I watch football, I know a good player when I see one, but I can't guarantee you I'll sell this home... I have lived here for 21 years and didn't plan to move. When is his next game?" The father of the big guy writes down on paper the time and date of his next game and hands it to him, and leaves.

The home owner near the grade 10-12 school does make it to the game and is startled at how good this little guy is. He thinks it over and realizes this young man has been assaulted and had his life threatened by an irresponsible sick father, and he feels bad for him. He does think indeed this player will no doubt make any football team he tries out for. The little guy he watches is crazy, all over the field scoring goals and dodging players like he is on fire and no one can put out the fire.

The home owner near the grade 10-12 school decides to sell the house and find another to move to in the neighborhood. Now the little guy and the big guy have their own separate rooms in the house and more space to live. Every day they run to the grade 10-12 school, until the big guy (in Grade 12) graduates, and the little guy continues to run to school up until Grade 12.

The big guy teaches the little guy to become "addicted" to weight lifting, craving to do it every day, but only doing it every second day to properly recover. He tells him "you are so fast on the field that no one can catch you, but you need to get bigger just in case one of those times you get hit - you need to put on the muscle for those rare occasions you are trapped in a situation". He tells him that you have to become literally addicted to weight lifting, and not just doing weight lifting, but so addicted to it you want to do it twice a day. They adjust his diet and slowly he gets bigger by the time he is in grade 12, but not too big to reduce his speed and extremely hard to catch nature.

They both make major league football and play together.