Adult Dean: I could tell my dad was feeling terrible about what I said at the lake. I was feeling pretty lousy myself, and he obviously needed my help putting up that tent. But you know what? I was cooking a marshmallow, and those things go from brown to black real quick.
Coach Long: [breathes sharply] It looks like your father could use a hand.
Dean: It's not my fault he doesn't know what he's doing. He's really bad at this.
Coach Long: Bad? [laughing] He's the worst. [chuckles] Always has been. Now, when we were around your age, a bunch of us would go out into the woods, and your father would stay home and practice his saxophone. And he would yell at us, "Y'all can waste your time chasing those squirrels, 'cause I'm gonna stay home and practice so I can play at the Blue Note in New York City." And I'll be damned if he didn't play there before we graduated college. [chuckles] And I'll be honest... I couldn't believe when I heard he volunteered to be the troop leader.
Dean: Then why'd he do it?
Coach Long: Well, if I had to take a guess, um... he wanted his son to do something that was important to him, and if that meant looking a little foolish... well... he was man enough to let it happen. [chuckles] [distant laughter] Boy, how many times I told y'all about playing catch with the hatchet?!