The locker room is quiet except for the sounds of men tending to boys' injuries. Vince's ankle gets iced, Landry fishes around his mouth for what seems like a loose tooth. Sufjan Stevens's typically pretty "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" begins playing on the soundtrack. Coach comes in, gets the report on Vince's ankle, which is sprained and then walks around the room, checking on his soldiers. To a one, they all assure them that they're doing alright, they're solid. Coach is full of tenderness for them as he stands and looks around, his upright and good hair telling us that he knows what he has to do. We cut outside to Coach walking up to the ref, who's surprised to see him: there's still a few minutes left in halftime. Coach calls the ref closer and says quietly, painfully, "We gotta call the game." The ref doesn't totally follow and Coach asks if he needs a dissertation or something, they've got to call the damn game. Apparently he still hasn't said the magic words, so, with a recently-arrived Tami looking on from the bleachers, Coach says forcefully and mournfully, "Fine, we would like to forfeit the game, is that what you want to hear?" The ref blows the whistle, calls the game, and if you thought the show had run out of ways to break your heart, you were wrong. Eric Taylor doesn't quit, except for when he has to, for the good of those kids.
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