Scott Howard: "You see, Coach, I just don't think it's be possible for me to play on the team anymore."
Coach Finstock: "Oh, yeah. Well, look, Scotty, I know what you're goin' through. Couple years back, a kid came to me much the same way you're coming to me now. Saying to me pretty much the same thing you're saying. He wanted to drop off the team. His mother was a widow, all crippled up. She was scrubbing floors. She had this pin in her hip. So he wanted to drop basketball and get a job. Now these were poor people, these were hungry people with real problems. Understand what I'm saying?
Scott Howard: "What happened to the kid?"
Coach Finstock: "I don't know. He quit. He was a third stringer, I didn't need him.”
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