My practices aren't designed for your enjoyment.
Welcome to Indiana basketball.
I've seen you guys can shoot but there's more to the game than shooting. There's fundamentals and defense.
Strap, God wants you on the floor.
If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners.
There's a, um tradition in tournament play- not talk about the next step until you've climbed the one in front of you. I'm sure going to the state finals is beyond your wildest dreams, so let's just keep it right there.
You know, in the ten years that I coached, I never met anybody who wanted to win as badly as I did. I'd do anything I had to do to increase my advantage. Anybody who tried to block the pursuit of that advantage, I'd just push 'em out of the way. Didn't matter who they were, or what they were doing. But that was then. You have special talent, a gift. Not the school's, not the townspeople, not the team's, not Myra Fleener's, not mine. It's yours, to do with what you choose. Because that's what I believe, I can tell you this: I don't care if you play on the team or not.
You are in the Army. You're in my Army. Everyday between three and five.
Five players on the floor functioning as one single unit: team, team, team - no one more important that the other.
Stick with your man. Think of him as chewing gum. By the end of the game, I want you to know what flavor he is.
My team is on the floor.
I love you guys.
I play, coach stays. He goes, I go.
I'll make it.
Clete, you tell him. Sectionals of '33, one point down. Five, four, three, two, one, let 'er fly... in and out. Yeah, well, I was fouled...
I know everything there is to know about the greatest game ever invented.
You got to promise me that you're not gonna get thrown out of any more games.
Boys, we're gonna run the picket fence at em...Now, don't get caught watching the paint dry.
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.
Didn't know they grew 'em so small on the farm.
Let's win this game for all the small schools that never had a chance to get here.
And David put his hand in the bag and took out a stone and slung it. And it struck the Philistine on the head and he fell to the ground. Amen.