The Blind Side

ReScene By: ProAngeL Enjoy

There's a moment of orderly silence...

before a football play begins.

Players are in position, linemen are frozen,

and anything is possible.

Then, like a traffic accident,

stuff begins to randomly collide.

From the snap of the ball...

to the snap of the first bone...

is closer to four seconds than five.

One Mississippi.

Joe Theismann, the Redskins quarterback...

takes the snap and hands off to his running back.

Two Mississippi.

It's a trick play, a flea-flicker,

and the running back tosses the ball...

back to the quarterback.

Three Mississippi.

Up to now the play's been defined...

by the what the quarterback sees.

It's about to be defined by what he doesn't.

Four Mississippi.

Lawrence Taylor is the best defensive player in the NFL...

and has been from the time he stepped...

onto the field as a rookie.

He will also change the game of football...

as we know it.

...And we'll look at it...

with the reverse angle one more time.

And I suggest if your stomach is weak...

you just don't watch...

Legendary quarterback Joe Theismann...

never played another down of football.

Now, y'all would guess that more often than not...

the highest paid player on...

an NFL team is the quarterback.

And you'd be right.

What you probably don't know is that more often than not...

the second highest paid player is,

thanks to Lawrence Taylor,

a left tackle.

Because, as every housewife knows,

the first check you write is for the mortgage...

but the second is for the insurance.

And the left tackle's job...

is to protect the quarterback...

form what he can't see coming. To protect his blind side.

The ideal left tackle is big, but a lot of people are big.

He is wide in the butt and massive in the thighs.

He has long arms, giant hands and feet as quick as a hiccup.

This is a rare and expensive combination...

the need for which can be traced...

to that Monday night game...

and Lawrence Taylor.

For on that day he not only altered Joe Theismann's life,

but mine as well.

Mr. Oher?

Mr. Oher?

Do you understand..? Do you know why I'm here?

To... investigate?

Yes. To investigate.

Im here to investigate your odd...

predicament.

Do you find it odd? Your predicament?

Michael?...

I dunno.

Can I... can I leave now?

No. You can't.

# Strange face, with your eyes #...

# So pale and sincere #...

# Underneath, you know well #...

# You have nothing to fear #...

# For the dreams that came to you #...

# when you were young #...

# Told of a life where #...

# Spring has crawled #...

# You would seem so frail #...

# In the cold of the night #...

# When the armies of emotion #...

# Go out to fight #...

# But while the earth #...

# sinks to its grave #...

# You sail to the sky #...

# On the crest of a wave #

They said you were the coach.

Burt Cotton.

Tony Hamilton, but everybody just calls me big Tony.

Hey, Big Mike. Check it out.

Not even locked.

White people are crazy.

I promised my mama Boo, on her deathbed...

that I'd get my son Steven outta...

public school and into a church school.

I appreciate that, Tony.

But I'm not involved with admissions.

I just figured maybe I'd come to talk to you,

seeing as you might need some players.

What kind of sport is he playing?

Anything with a ball. Boy's good, too.

Classes start in a week. It would...

have to be for the next semester.

I know, what you're thinking, Coach.

But, look here, I got money, all right?

See I'm a mechanic at Wilson's Auto...

the other side of town.

Look, what if somebody drops out...

or moves?

Could they get in then?

'They?' You only mentioned one son.

That's right, Steven. But there's another boy.

- Another boy? - Yeah.

Big Mike.

Sleeps on my couch from time to time.

It's a bad deal. You know, his mama's on the crack pipe.

He ain't got nobody else.

He just wanted to come along for the ride.

- They're here? - Yeah.

The little one, that's Steven...

and the big one...

Big Mike.

Swish.

Mike.

Come on.

Mother of God....

Steven Hamilton's paperwork looks acceptable to me.

And I believe he would do fine.

- But this other kid... - Big Mike.

Michael Oher gives us no reason to believe that,

based on his record,

that he would be successful here.

How bad could it be?

We're not exactly sure how old...

he is due to his lack of records.

He has a measured IQ of 80. Which is 6th percentile.

His grade point average begins with zero.

Zero-point-six.

Everyone passed him along...

they gave him D's so they could hand...

their problem off to the next school.

He's a brave kid.

For wanting to come here.

For wanting a quality education.

An education denied him by the poor...

quality of the schools he's attended.

I tell you most kids with his background...

wouldn't come within two hundred miles...

of this place.

Coach Cotton, we understand your interest...

in this young man's athletic abilities.

Now, he wouldn't be able to play sports...

until he got his grades up anyway.

Forget sports.

Look at the wall.

Christian.

We either take that seriously or we paint over it.

You don't admit Michael Oher because of sports,

you admit him...

because it's the right thing to do.

Class, this is Mike Oher and he's new here...

so I expect you all to make him feel welcome.

Mike, just take any empty seat.

This is a quiz based on the information...

you learned last year...

in your science curriculum.

Don't worry. It's not gonna be graded.

I just want to see how much...

information we need to hit again.

Just answer whatever you know.

Thank you.

- Can I leave now? - Yeah.

Take your book.

Why should he always stay in our home?

- He's gonna eat all our food. - This is not true.

I try to be Christian about the son.

All right?

Let somebody else be Christian about this kid.

You want me to throw him out on the street like some dog?

Let somebody else take over the responsibility.

Should I throw him out on the street?

He's here all the time. I just want to be with you.

All right. All right. Whatever

You win. I'll take care of it.

I don't care if Patrick Ramsey approved the chair.

He's the NFL quarterback not Martha frickin' Stewart.

Because there's a difference between

Bunny Williams and a La-Z-boy.

No. See, when MTV Cribs comes to his house...

he's gonna be showing off his home theatre...

all I'm gonna see is a brown Barcalounger.

No. No, listen to me.

I'm the designer, my name is on it.

Deliver what I ordered. All right? Thank you.

- What'd I miss? - Collins has just got a dig.

It's a girl's volleyball, Mom. You didn't miss anything.

- Come on Collins. Move your feet. Come on.

Good job, Collins.

Go.

Collins, we're gonna wait for you outside.

But don't double condition in the shower, you have homework.

I'm going over to Cannon's to study.