Men in the '60s didn't have
the same emotional I. Q. As men today,
especially when it came to how they related to their daughters.
Daddy, I have to use the potty.
Lil!
Daddy, can I talk to you about something?
Lil!
- Daddy, how do I... - Lil!
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100 moon cycles later,
things hadn't changed that much between her and Dad.
Mom, on the other hand, had no trouble
engaging with Kim on a daily basis.
There better be a reason why you're not dressed for school this morning.
Well, because of all my hard work and dedication,
I've officially finished high school math.
So, I arranged my schedule this semester
so I could have two free periods in the morning.
Now I can sleep in.
No one in this household sleeps till the middle of the morning.
And aren't you gonna be late for work?
My first class isn't until 10:00.
Why are you still in your pajamas?
Apparently, your daughter has completed
her high school math requirements
and has free time in the mornings.
Free time?
Time around here ain't free.
Your father's right.
You need to put that time to good use.
Kim does need all the beauty rest she can get.
Joke's on you.
I scooped up half the cereal from off the floor anyway.
Maybe you should keep your skills sharp.
Take some advanced math classes at your father's college.
- But, Mama... - Don't talk back to your mother.
And you're gonna drive her.
- But, Lillian... - Don't talk back to your wife.
I cleared my mornings so I don't have to be on campus.
Sorry, but that's the plan.
It'll be good for you two to spend some time together.
And no pushback from either one of you.
I just didn't want Kim to see that.
It was the first day of 8th grade,
and finally, we were no longer the babies of the school.
And we were all ready to participate
in an important Southern rite of passage...
joining the football team.
Mind you, none of us were very athletic or tough...
I mean, besides Cory.
He just stabbed himself in the ear with his pick,
and you'd never even know it.
But at our school, football was described
by two wonderful words... no cuts.
Which meant 8th grade could be a giant reset
in the pecking order for a kid like me.
I can't wait to wear my jersey to school with the team this Friday.
Ladies do love a man in a uniform.
I'm ready to knock some heads.
What? My dad says this is the one time
Jesus is okay with you hurting your neighbor.
You know, I heard that we get to miss classes for away games.
And they have to give us all A's 'cause we're athletes.
Brad didn't realize that doesn't happen until college.
He was missing an algebra test right then.
I'm gonna try out for running back.
Are you sure, man?
You'll get tackled a lot.
If they can catch me!
I already got my touchdown dance ready.
Oh, this was a big step for me,
one I was excited to take with my friends.
We were all so ready to be a part of such a masculine
and testosterone-driven ritual. Yeah!
I can't believe Keisa broke up with me.
I don't even care about football anymore.
Of course you do, man. You're the star running back.
We can't win without you.
- Yeah. - Exactly.
Football is stupid.
He still doesn't know I cheated with Keisa.
Broderick is broken.
- Sucks for us. - Yeah.
Without Broderick, we've got no chance this season.
And girls don't date losers.
Why's everyone looking at me?
Maybe because I'm a two-timing cheater
whose middle name is cheat?
Because Broderick trusts you,
and you want to win just as bad as we do,
so you've gotta fix this.
Of course I want us to win. But it's just a breakup.
- He'll get over it. - I don't know.
The same thing happened to Samson in the Bible, and he didn't get over it.
He just went blind and killed everybody.
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Whenever Dad couldn't connect with Kim,
he fell back into his comfort zone,
which was giving advice.
So... what's your approach for this college-level class?
The same approach I always have...
show up, know more than the teacher, and get an A.
That may have worked in high school,
but this is college. You have to be intentional.
You have to plan your work,
- then work your plan. - Work your plan.
Remember, I need you to meet me back at my office
after your class so I can take you to school.
I know. But do me a favor...
Don't let anyone know I'm your daughter.
I don't want you to cramp my style.
Please. I can't have you cramp my style.
Are you here for office hours with Professor Williams?
Because there's someone in there, and we're next.
No.
He's actually my dad.
He's your dad?
You are so lucky.
- I am? - Yes!
- He's my favorite professor. - Mine, too.
He's my faculty advisor and always gives such great advice.
Really? My dad?
I'm sorry. I just find that hard to believe.
Well, he's honestly the only reason I'm still at this school.
When I started here, I had all these excuses and wasn't focused,
but he would always say, "You gotta plan your work and work your plan."
What does that even mean?
Oh, sorry, Kim, I'm running behind.
As soon as I finish up, we can go.
- Who's next? - Me! - Me!
Alright, alright. Everybody be cool. Be cool.
Finally, it was practice time,
where we would all get the chance to prove our mettle.
We would just have to wait to prove it
after the first, second, and third string did.
Man, those guys are big.
Real talk... We were all stalling
because we were terrified to get out there.
Come on, Broderick!
Come on! You got holes in your hand like Jesus!
I thought you were gonna talk to him, Dean.
He's getting worse every play.
Why am I praying and fasting for Broderick
if you aren't gonna do your part, Dean?
- You're fasting over football? - Yeah.
Been woozy all day.
Alright, guys, we've gotta get on that field.
Come on! When it's our turn, let's suck it up,
put our game faces on, and fix this.
How? We're terrible.
Exactly! So, compared to us,
Broderick can't help but look good.
If he looks good, he'll feel good.
If he feels good, he'll play good.
If he plays good, the team will win.
If the team will win, we all look cool.
- If we all look cool then that means... - Dean. We got it.
Okay.
Watch it, watch it!
Watch the ball, watch the ball!
Ready! Set! Hut!
Oh, shoot! Oh, no!
- Okay, okay. - Norman, no! Remember the plan!
- Stop! Stop! - Norman!
- You're going the wrong way! - What are you doing?!
Come back, man!
Why would you do that?! We had a plan!
I was scared.
I guess I never feared for my life before.
Broderick.
Where's your head at today, kid?
Alright. Go hit the showers.
I didn't know whether to be happy Norman didn't get killed
or upset that my plan to help the team
had actually made things much worse.
Does anyone have a Baby Ruth?
Oh, Lord, I'm not ready yet!
I'm excited you're playing football, Dean.
I loved going to all your brother Bruce's games.
I didn't think I'd get to experience that again because...
W-Well, you know.
Dean's half blind,
bruises easily, can't open a jar...
- Wait, I got a list somewhere. - For your information
I could've had my first tackle today,
but I decided to help the team out,
so I let him score a touchdown.
So, how was your first day in a college class?
Fine.
But you should ask Dad how his day was,
'cause it was way more exciting than mine.
He's got a fan club.
"Ooh, Mr. Williams is so smart!"
"Professor Williams is my favorite teacher!"
I can't help it if some people find my guidance valuable.
Well, maybe some people would if they felt like
they were talked to instead of talked at.
Alright, alright. Hush, you two.
I don't know what's worse... my daughter teasing me
about other women or my wife not caring.
Donald. Hi, Professor Williams.
Lillian, this is Donald. He's one of my best students.
Hello. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Williams.
So, what brings you by?
Oh, I'm here to pick up Kim to go to a concert.
Was that Donald?
I-I'm sorry, Professor Williams.
I assumed Kim told you both that we were going out tonight.
No. She failed to mention anything about it
during the whole car ride home or during dinner.
Sorry, Dad. I must have forgotten
to plan my date and date my plan.
Are you sure you're okay with this?
- Be home by 8:00. - It's 7:30.
Then you better hurry up.
I can't believe Donald asked Kim on a date.
Would you rather she still be dating Kwame X?
I'd rather she not date at all.
Well, that sounds like an iron-clad plan.
Just let her live here with us for the rest of her life.
I'm sure you'll get used to all of her cats.
Girl cats or nasty-minded boy cats?
Look, Bill, she's gonna date someone.
And you said it yourself... The boy is smart,
and, clearly, he's well-mannered.
Please. I did the same thing to trick your parents.
And you know the stuff we used to do.
I know that you want what's best for your daughter.
It seems like she might finally be headed in the right direction.
You do have a point.
- Donald might be good for Kim. - And your blood pressure.
Right.
But, really, she stopped listening to us a long time ago.
It'd be good to know she has at least one positive influence.
I'll apologize to Kim for how I reacted when she gets home.
I don't think I would take it that far.
You know your daughter.
If you give your approval to that boy,
we'll never see him again.
Hey. How was your date?
It was fun. We had a great time.
Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it,
'cause it's the last time you're going out with that college boy.
What? You can't tell me what to do.
I'm your father. You were born so I could tell you what to do.
- That doesn't make any sense. - I'm your father. I don't have to make sense.
Don't you walk out of here!
I found out Keisa was seeing someone behind my back.
What?
I-I heard that was a lie.
No, it was Norman,
the same little punk who made me look bad at practice the other day.
- Look at him. - In that moment,
I knew I had a very important choice to make.
Would I let my friend take the fall for my mistake,
or do the right thing...
Tell the truth and accept the consequences?
Of course it was Norman. I can't believe that guy.
Ha! Suckers!
Well, now that we know, how about we all just move on?
Maybe you can write an angry letter and put it in the drawer.
No.
I'm gonna kill him.
As the destructive wake of my lie
slapped me in the face,
one thing was painfully clear...
I was really gonna miss Norman.
Alright, break's over!
Everybody back on the field!
Coach, put me on defense.
Alright, guys, new play.
Cream Norman.
Turns out he's the guy who's been messing with my girl,
so he needs to pay.
Let me get the first hit,
then you guys can pile on and have at him.
Alright, "break legs" on 3!
- 1, 2, 3... - It wasn't Norman, it was me.
What?
You and Keisa?
It started in the supply shed,
then at my house,
and then I lose track.
Hey, Coach!
Put me back on offense.
Thanks for calling me back last night.
Of course.
Who wouldn't want to talk to you?
I guess I just always dated guys
who haven't made that a priority.
But I could get used to this.
You better.
'Cause I'm not going anywhere.
You gotta go to class, don't you?
Yeah. Not the best timing.
So close to a smooth line.
Come in.
Donald. Good to see you.
Hi, Professor Williams. I-I wanted to talk to you about the other night.
I could tell you were surprised when I showed up at your house.
- Why would you think that? - Well, sir, you closed the door in my face.
That's just a Black father's reflex.
Okay. Seeing you at my door was a little shocking.
But I haven't been too thrilled with the last few gentlemen Kim's brought home, so...
I'm actually glad you're dating her.
Well, sir, we've only been a couple of dates.
That's why I like you.
You're taking things slow. Thinking long-term.
You know, I have to say, I was a little worried
about Kim getting involved with college boys,
but you are the perfect boyfriend.
You know what? I should get going.
See you at the house later this week.
You picking up Kim on Friday?
If you're free on the weekend, we should go out to the lake.
- You know how to gut a fish? - Yeah...
Alright, I'll test you.
Word was spreading fast.
Not even five minutes later,
it seemed like everyone knew about me and Keisa.
I knew I was gonna get pummeled.
But saving Norman was the right thing to do,
and this was the punishment I had to endure.
Ready! Set! Hut!
Broderick was so disgusted,
he didn't even care enough to hurt me.
And it felt terrible.
I learned in that moment that emotional pain
hurt far worse than physical pain.
- I'm gonna kill you! - Keisa!
No. Both bad.
What did you do, Dean?!
I didn't mean to. I had to save Norman.
Well, now everyone knows!
It's bad for me, too, Keisa. The whole football team hates me.
Yeah? Well, it's gonna be a lot worse for me.
It's always worse for girls.
What's going on?
Donald broke up with Kim.
She's very upset about it and won't come out of her room.
What? How?
I just talked to Donald and told him how happy I was he was dating Kim.
What kind of "" is that?
The kind that knows what happens
when you talk to Kim's boyfriends.
Maybe I came on a little strong.
Define "a little."
I invited him to come fishing this weekend.
Good Lord.
My father didn't invite you fishing until Bruce was born.
Let me talk to her.
I don't know. I don't think she's open to receiving advice right now.
I got this, Lil.
Hey, Kim, it's Daddy.
Want to talk about what happened today?
No! Go away!
I hate that ""
It was game day,
the day I had been looking forward to for a very long time,
when I would finally get the attention I deserved.
And I did... in a way.
Can I have some mashed potatoes, please?
We out of mashed potatoes.
She's mad 'cause she was betting on the games.
It's game day today!
Let's show that Foxy spirit and cheer our boys on
as they bring home the win!
Oh, you guys should sit with the team. It's game day.
Thanks, Dean. Can't really be seen with you right now.
But thank you for saving my life.
Keisa tackled you pretty hard.
If you need some Epsom salt, I have some in my locker.
What? I have bad feet.
Dean, you did the right thing, man.
And you got Broderick back on track just in time for the first game.
Football didn't work out for me the way I had hoped.
I quit the team and managed to somehow become
even less popular.
Come in.
I've heard from my classmates
that you give really good advice.
Hi. I'm Kim Williams. I'm a student here.
Nice to meet you, Kim.
Does your father let you go out the house dressed like that?
I'm sorry about you and Donald.
I got excited and scared him away.
And it's too bad because I really liked him.
I only pretended not to because I thought if you knew
I approved of him, you'd break things off.
Dad, I knew what you were doing the whole time.
But you had nothing to do with the breakup.
I didn't?
Despite your best efforts, no.
Turns out, Donald's getting back together with his ex-girlfriend.
I'm sorry, baby girl.
I don't understand, Daddy.
Why don't the good guys ever pick me?
This is usually the time when my dad would let
Mama handle it or give some of his "advice"
and say something lame like,
"Any boy who doesn't want you is stupid."
But not this time.
For the first time, my dad realized
that Kim didn't need answers,
she just needed her dad.
Want me to give him an F?
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