INTERIOR – UCLA’S WASSERMAN FOOTBALL CENTER OFFICES – MIDDAY
Coach Chip Kelly sits alone in his office, busy typing on his computer. He pauses briefly to put on a headset and listen to his work, his eyes unblinkingly focused on the screen. A smile crosses his face just as a series of knocks sound at the door.
CHIP KELLY: [Suddenly scowling but not looking up from the computer] The bell!
The door knob moves back and forth followed by another set of knocks.
KELLY: Ring the bell!
???: [Muffled] But Coach, you already know I’m–
KELLY: PRESS. THE BUTTON.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL4wA8mGxJU
[DOOR FLIES OPEN]
WILTON SPEIGHT: S’up, Coach?
KELLY: Wilton, my boy! Good to see you!
SPEIGHT: [Sitting] Sorry about the knock. I know it’s not your policy, but does it really have to, uh, “ring,” for this lo–
KELLY: [Interrupting] How are you feeling?
SPEIGHT: Pretty good! That’s actually kind of why I’m here.
KELLY: Oh?
SPEIGHT: Well, I was thinking about next year, trying to go, like, pro. I know I don’t have good enough numbers for the draft, but maybe as like, a backup, ya know? Maybe with the help of some of your connections in the NFL or whatever.
KELLY: The… NFL? [Thousand yard stare]
SPEIGHT: [Notices the gaze and shifts uncomfortably in his chair] Uh, yeah, Coach…
KELLY: [Lost in thought] “The big time,” as one of my predecessors called it. The place that exists just to tempt you enough to leave the place you love. To take all of your hard fought collegiate knowledge and call you a phony. A fool. So many people question and doubt you. Say you don’t know what you’re doing. That you can’t cut whomever you want. And when it’s done with you… [Snaps back to reality] It’s not a place for good kids like you, Wilton. Too many liars, traitors and stuck up people who just won’t buy into my system.
SPEIGHT: I know, man. But it’s like, my dream! Just to get to be on the same field and put on the same helmet as some of my heroes, you know?
KELLY: Heh, I can understand that. My heroes wear a kind of helmet too…
[A FIGURE appears in the doorway]
DORIAN THOMPSON-ROBINSON: [Knocking on the open door frame] Hi Coach. Hey Wilton. Sorry I didn’t ring the bell, but it’s still, uh, quacking.
KELLY: Oh, Dorian. My boy.
THOMPSON-ROBINSON: [Taking a seat] Can you please not call me that, Coach?
KELLY: Why not? Wilton doesn’t seem to mind it one bit, do you?
SPEIGHT: Hasn’t bothered me, man.
THOMPSON-ROBINSON: [Sighing] Well I didn’t mean to interrupt you two, but I was thinking now might be a good time to go over some of my play ideas for next season. Before finals start and I have to fly home for Christmas.
KELLY: Fly home? [Quizzically]…You, didn’t grow up on an island, by chance, Dorian?
THOMPSON-ROBINSON: There aren’t any islands in Vegas, Coach. [Pauses] Well, not any good ones…
KELLY: I see. Well I’m afraid I am not interested in any of your picks right now. I was just about to show Wilton this little video I made.
SPEIGHT: Oh, will it, like, help me with football?
KELLY: It will help you with life! Which, includes football. [Turns monitor around so it is facing the two seated students]
“Chip Kelly here with a special shoutout to the American Freedom Party and the RAM boys. You guys are patriots in my eyes and the whole country. Keep on waking them up and don’t let these dark days get you down. Never stop fighting, and don’t forget about Boman, Laube and Rundo when the time comes. Remember to stand, not kneel, for what you believe in. God bless and take care.”
SPEIGHT: So, what was that all about?
THOMPSON-ROBINSON: [Laughing] Did you seriously post that?!
KELLY: Sure did, right before you boys walked in. Looks like it’s getting quite the number of views already!
THOMPSON-ROBINSON: That’s the same kind of thing those White Supremacists tricked Brett Favre to do last week!
KELLY: You mean the old quarterback from Southern Miss? Good kid. [Takes a slip from his coffee mug]
SPEIGHT: I’m… confused.
THOMPSON-ROBINSON: A bunch of anti-Semetic whackjobs fooled Brett Favre by paying him to–
KELLY: [Spit take] HE GOT PAID?!
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Can we get a countdown clock to the scintillating Jaguars-Titans matchup we’re all waiting for?
Also known as the annual “Failure Pile in a Sadness” Bowl.
I cannot for the life of me understand why people go gaga for this stupid Nest thermostat.
If it makes you feel any better, I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.
We have one. We like it, but wouldn’t go gaga over it.
also, I am deffo wearing my #BFIB shirt today. The future is Goldy!
Chip Kelly the racist has to have a dirty program. There is no fucking way he is clean.
But he’s not the most racist guy out there…
https://www.doorfliesopen.com/2015/12/30/colin-cowherd-has-a-special-guest/
Oh, meritocracy
Got to love the “Brett Favre poisoned me” tag.
I legit forgot I used it once
Peter King on WEEI just now: “I remember a year or so ago Aaron Rodgers telling me that he wants to be coached. He wants to be coached hard.”
Me: ?itemid=3992233
SHOOOGUUUUN!!!
He’s gonna get coached so hard he won’t be able to sit down for a week.
Because he’ll be getting coached, which requires standing.
What?
“Yeah, that’s why my kid hasn’t sat down since Tuesday. Cause I was, uh, coaching him.” – Adrian Peterson
He hates that kind of coaching. It is only acceptable from Danica, not Dan.
Oops, I thought you meant this guy.
This is true. Chip Kelly hates the NFL.
Paul Goldschmidt to #BFIB.
Hippo should be a happy Hippo.
Low Commander is happy to only be seeing him for 6 games a year now.
If Machado goes to NYY, I might murder meself.
And I get to see his ass 19 times instead of 6. Plus the fucker rakes at Wrigley.
That’s good. Then Wrigley won’t get any fires.
c’mon, Wrigley was already fireproof thanks to all the urine!
And they kept Kninzer over Carson Kelly. That was my main fear/relief.
I couldn’t be Moar unsurprised (hey oh, shootout!!) Re ol’ Brittfar here.
/”here” being the requisite 4 syllables obvs
Obligatory….
I often wish I’d gone to school in the PAC12…
North of Santa Barbara the percentage of sexy girls drops dramatically. They really hate men up there. Utah has got some lookers but they ain’t puttin’ out, except for the ones who do but you have to get them out of state first. The student body of ASU is almost entirely porn stars so watch out; wear two condoms and wipe your dick with alcohol immediately. Tucson has nice hiking areas.
Tempe wasn’t my regular biking route for nothing my friend.
You say “porn stars” like it’s a bad thing.
Penis sanitizer at the ready.
I can vouch for this statement. It’s 1000% true.
You really did learn waay too much about UCLA footbal for this post.
I’m sorry.
I’d like to see more of LA too
-Trent Green