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Five Inspirational Football Films that Weren’t as Inspirational in Reality


A Seriously Random List / Dustin Rowles

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Sandra Bullock’s The Blind Side opens tomorrow. It’s a football movie based on the real life of Michael Oher, and if you’re a fan of the NFL, you know how the movie ends. I suspect there are plenty of inaccuracies in the movie, but if you’re like me, you don’t want to know about them until after you’ve seen the movie. The reality, unfortunately, can often spoil an otherwise inspirational sports movie, all the more inspirational because it’s purportedly based on real events. Hollywood takes a lot of liberties for the sake of good drama, and in the context of sports films, I can’t say I blame them. A last-second touchdown is a lot more compelling than a 42-7 rout.

So with that, here is the real story behind five based on true life football movies. Cause I’m an asshole.


Invincible

Movie Version: Vince Papale (Mark Wahlberg) was a 30-year-old bartender who’d never attended college or had prior organized football experience. After being badgered by friends in his bar league to attend an open tryout for the Philadelphia Eagles, Papali ended up making the team as a special teams player where, in his first game, he forced a fumble on kick-off coverage and scored a game-winning touchdown.

Reality: Papale actually attended college, where he was a track star. Additionally, he’d played two years in the World Football League, prior to bartending. Moreover, while the open tryout was not specifically created for Papali, he was one of the players the Eagles had in mind when they decided to do a open tryout. In fact, he was invited, and spent a great deal of time training for it. Moreover, though he did force a fumble during a game in his rookie season, he never scored a TD during his short career.

Remember the Titans

Movie Version: Herman Boone (Denzel Washington), also known as “Coach Coon,” is brought in to a newly desegregated high school and given the head coaching position over former head coach, Bill Yoast (Will Patton). Patton refuses to be an assistant coach, until the white players decide to boycott the team. He comes aboard to help unify the black and white players, and ease the racial tension. Coach Boone is told that if he loses one game, he’ll lose his job. The Titans unify and finish the season undefeated. However, Coach Yoast loses his chance to be inducted into the Virginia’s Football Hall of Fame after he calls out the refs for fixing the semi-final game (which the Titans win, nevertheless). One player is paralyzed after the game, and the team rallies on his behalf to win the championship.

Reality: In reality, while there was racial tension when the school desegregated in 1965, there was little residual tension in 1971, when the events of the film took place. Moreover, refs never attempted to fix a game; and there was no Virginia Hall of Fame. In fact, every other team the Titans faced that year was also desegregated, which is to say: The Titans weren’t abhorred by the rest of the state’s team because there were black players on it; there were black players on most of the teams. And while it is true that the Titans were undefeated that year (and 2nd in the nation), they were never an underdog, nor was there much threat that Coach Boone would lose a game. Over the course of the season, the Titans outscored their opponents 338-38. Finally, though there was a paralyzed player, he wasn’t paralyzed until after the season ended.

We Are Marshall

Movie Version: We Are Marshall details the story of the aftermath of a 1970 plane crash that killed nearly all of Marshall’s football players. In it, Jack Lengyel (Matthew McConaughey) is brought on as coach in a desperation hire, and to rebuild the team, the head coach had to recruit players from other sports and make a desperate plea for the NCAA to relax its rules on allowing freshmen to play varsity football. The big scene in the movie involved the Marshall Board of Trustees meeting in a room discussing whether to kill the football program when a huge crowd gathered around outside and began chanting, “We! Are! Marshall!” convincing the trustees to continue with the football program. Ultimately, the Marshall team ending up winning their first home game of the season (though they would win only once more that year).

Reality: The plane crash did kill nearly all of the players, though several of the characters in the movie were completely fictitious. Moreover, the character of Red (Matthew Fox), was depicted as being particularly upset about the plane crash because he had given up his plane seat to an assistant. While one coach did give up his seat to an assistant, it wasn’t Red — granted, Red did quit following the first year because he couldn’t cope with the grief of being around the team, as depicted in the movie. Additionally, Jack Lengyel was not a desperation hire — he was the school’s third choice — nor did it take any convincing for the NCAA to relax the rules on freshman players (it had, in fact, done so for other sports, and the following year, it allowed all colleges to let freshman play). Finally, that “We! Are! Marshall!” scene never happened, nor was there ever any threat that the school would shut down the football program.


Rudy

Movie Version: Despite a lack of grades, money, and size, after the antagonism of his brother, the skepticism of his family, and the death of a close friend, Rudy Reuttiger (Sean Astin) overcomes several obstacles, attends community college, and eventually makes it onto the practice squad of the Notre Dame football team, where he shows an immense amount of heart. So much, in fact, that after the rest of the team threatens to refuse to play in the last game of the season, the ND head coach relents and allows him to dress, putting him in the final two plays of the game. In the final play of the game, he sacks the quarterback and is carried off the field by his team — the first and only time a player has been carried off in Notre Dame football history.

Reality: In reality, his parents were never unsupportive of Rudy’s desire to play football, nor did he have a antagonistic brother (he was, in fact, one of 14 children). Moreover, it was never a lifelong dream of Rudy to play for the ND football team; only to attend the college. Only once he got there and became a walk-on player did he form a desire to actually play during a game. Further, in reality, the players didn’t protest the coach’s decision not to allow him to dress for the final game; it was, in fact, the coach’s idea to allow Rudy to dress for the final game (prompted by a few player requests). Moreover, he wasn’t put into the game as a result of the crowd chanting his name; Rudy asked to be put in, and the crowd didn’t begin chanting his name until after he was put into the game.

It is true, however, that he did secure a sack on the final play of the game and is the only player in Notre Dame football history to be carried off the field in such a manner.


Friday Night Lights

Movie Version: The story of the 1988 Permian Panthers, led by head coach Gary Gaines (Billy Bob Thornton), culminating in a loss in the state semi-finals when the team comes up a foot short of the goal line. During the course of that season, Gaines is accused of overworking their star running back, Boobie Miles, who tears an MCL during a blowout win. To get into the playoffs that year, Permian had to win a coin toss against another team with the same record.

Reality: Boobie Miles actually tore his MCL on Astroturf during a preseason scrimmage game. Also, during the playoff semi-final, it was the opposing team who made a fourth quarter comeback, and Permian’s QB didn’t come short of the goal line — on the last play of the game, he threw an incomplete pass that was tipped by the opposing team. Otherwise, Friday Night Lights, but for a few number changes, some anachronisms, the fact that the coin toss was between three teams (and not two), and the Hollywood depiction of an opposing team’s coach, is fairly accurate, and certainly contains the essence of the truth.


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Comments

What about the original Brit version of Fever Pitch?

What? Oh, I see. You didn't really mean "football". You meant that game where the players wear armour and throw the weird-shaped ball at each other and use no real foot-based skills.

Posted by: PaddyDog at November 19, 2009 2:12 PM

The real Rudy is also an ass and a shameless self promoter. His latest venture is promoting some shitty sports energy drink. I guess the movie still pulls at some heart strings but most people who know the real guy think he's a jerk.

There was a write up in the campus newspaper about him before that final game which is probably why the students chanted his name when he went in, and he did get in on a garbage time sack.

Coach Devine was offended at the way he was portrayed in the film, especially the made up jersey scene. There was no Charles S. Dutton groundskeeper character in real life... most of the movie was bullshit, actually.

Posted by: Yossarian at November 19, 2009 2:24 PM

@ PaddyDog: Get bent, commie

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at November 19, 2009 2:26 PM

"So with that, here is the real story behind five based on true life football movies. Cause I’m an asshole."


Fiiiiiiinally! we agree on something.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at November 19, 2009 2:28 PM

Even though people tend to ignore and/or undervalue them, special teams (punting and place kicking) wield a lot of power in American football. They are responsible for many points scored and how decent your field position is. The name of the game should be taken as an opportunity to reflect on the importance of putting foot to ball in this sport.

Now as to why is the game actually called football - how the fuck should I know? I'm American. I don't give a flying fuck.

Posted by: Three-nineteen at November 19, 2009 2:30 PM

What about

Bend It Like Beckham?

Reality: women can't play sports.

Depressing.

Posted by: Ian at November 19, 2009 2:39 PM

They wear "armor" (note my shift to the American spelling of the word) because it's an extremely rough sport and they need it. Let's see the "futbol" stars plow into each other head-on at full speed and force with the aim of putting the other player on the ground a few dozen times per game do so without injury while wearing the amount of protection they do in their games.

That said, I have plenty of respect for the athletes in both sports and the different skills involved. They're just different games, and I don't see the point of the condescension.

Incidentally - speaking as a spectator - when I say "different," I mean that one is boring as hell and one isn't.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at November 19, 2009 2:44 PM

Dustin >> Nice piece. I enjoyed this one.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at November 19, 2009 2:45 PM

Yossarian, the story I heard was that Rudy was one of Devine's favorite players, so the coach allowed himself to be portrayed as the villain. But, yeah, Ruetteger is a pretty shameless little shit. I once wasted a whole day debating what the hell his slogan, "It's always too soon to quit," actually means.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at November 19, 2009 2:46 PM

"You meant that game where the players wear armour and throw the weird-shaped ball at each other and use no real foot-based skills."

Someone has clearly never watched Barry Sanders play. Or Adrian Peterson, if you want the closest current approximation.

Oh, I know you're just baiting, but still.

Posted by: Raoul at November 19, 2009 2:48 PM

Varsity Blues never had these kinds of factual problems, just accentual ones.

Posted by: branded at November 19, 2009 2:53 PM

@Ian: Get Bent, dickwad.

Posted by: esme at November 19, 2009 2:53 PM

Rudy

Movie: Vince Vaughn plays chippy, tailback worried about "show boats" like Rudy.

Reality: Vince Vaughn has all the athletic prowess of a gymnast on the rings, smokin' a cigarette.

Posted by: gunnertec at November 19, 2009 3:08 PM

@esme

It was tongue in cheek, calm down.

Posted by: Ian at November 19, 2009 3:14 PM

I know I'll get shit for this, but I thought that We Are Marshall was not a half bad movie. There will always be some Hollywoodification involving these David v Goliath underdog feel-good buzzer beater to win it all films, but the parts where the community was suffering were my favorites. It gave the characters a little more depth in dealing with their grief than your typical picture like this would otherwise. I am a huge Michigam Wolverines fan, and if our whole team went down with the plane on the way home from Happy Valley I'd be crushed, probably indefinitely. And it had cocksucker Swearingen in it. And it was directed by Mc....okay, I'll quit while I'm ahead.

Posted by: John Denver's Wingman at November 19, 2009 3:26 PM

@Tracer Bullet

"Favorite Players" is probably a stretch. The screenwriters told him that he had to be portrayed in the film as an obstacle to Rudy's dream of getting on the field and Devine agreed to help out Rudy but didn't realize he would be such a villain.

After he saw the finished product he was upset at how far they took that portrayal and said "The jersey scene is unforgivable. It's a lie and untrue."

Posted by: Yossarian at November 19, 2009 3:28 PM

Rowles,
Quit stealing from Cracked.

Posted by: pissant at November 19, 2009 3:30 PM

Wow Dustin. You just committed happy memory genocide and murdered a bunch of inner children one day after the beautiful and cathartic Paheeba Day. Hey, my daughter is two and just found out about Santa Claus. You wanna come over and stomp on her good times, too?
For shame.

Posted by: Kballs at November 19, 2009 3:35 PM

The real Rudy came to my junior high to give a motivational speech after we saw the movie. He was short, fat, and looked like Newman from Seinfeld.

Posted by: scorzi at November 19, 2009 3:41 PM

He was short, fat, and looked like Newman from Seinfeld.

Sean Astin wears glasses now?

Posted by: PissBoy at November 19, 2009 3:43 PM

@Ian: so was I. It was...oh, whatever. I'm going to bed.

Posted by: esme at November 19, 2009 3:45 PM

@scorzi

Me too! And he did indeed look like Newman.

Posted by: Kiddo at November 19, 2009 3:49 PM

@ Yossarian:

I can buy that. I knew the jersey scene was bunk, but I didn't know Devine was so upset over his representation in the film.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at November 19, 2009 4:00 PM

Thanks a lot Rowles.
Dreamfucker.

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at November 19, 2009 4:10 PM


Can't we have some fantasy? Teh littel guy doesn't always come through? Heroes are really assholes?

Fuck that. I'm gong back to my happy place now. Who's with me? JDW?

http://popup.lala.com/popup/504684637829354944

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at November 19, 2009 4:14 PM

*the little*
Sorry, I was all pissy and forgot to spell check.

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at November 19, 2009 4:15 PM

Yes, he really meant "football," not football a/k/a the only the other sport in the world that rivals golf and the WNBA for being so bloody boring.

Posted by: FriendlessNerd at November 19, 2009 4:20 PM

i love football and i love this list.

Posted by: celery at November 19, 2009 4:34 PM

LWa"E", the people in my office are wondering why I'm cackling. They don't know about "Dreamfucker." It's even funnier when you set it to the tune of "Dream Lover."

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at November 19, 2009 4:38 PM

Inspired by this...

Superman

Movie Version: Kal-El escapes to our planet after Krypton is blown up. He is raised by the Kent family and realizes that he has superpowers (flight, speed, strength, etc.) granted by our sun. When he's not disguised as reporter Clark Kent and pining after Lois Lane, he uses his powers to do good and save the world from villains such as Lex Luthor.

Reality:

There is no Superman.

Spider-Man

Movie Version: Science nerd and photographer Peter Parker is bitten by a radioactive spider, thus endowing him with superpowers (speed, strength, precognition, etc.). When he's not leading his mild-mannered life and lusting after Mary Jane Watson, he swings around the city doing good deeds and saving the city from villains such as The Green Goblin.

Reality:

There is no Spider-Man.

Batman

Movie Version: Bruce Wayne, orphaned from his wealthy parents when they are killed by a criminal, dedicates his life and fortune to stopping crime as the masked vigilante Batman. He has no superpowers, but he has a keen intellect, finely honed combat skills, and all the equipment and resources that a fighter of crime could possibly desire for his task.

Reality:

I am the Batman.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at November 19, 2009 4:48 PM

Ruh-Roh!
Did I make an unintentional funny? Is there some alternate meaning to 'dreamfucker' than just 'killjoy who shits on my happiness'? Is that one of the many Heigleisms? You must tell me before I use it again!

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at November 19, 2009 4:49 PM

I am the Batman.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at November 19, 2009 4:48 PM

Of course you are sweetheart. We know. Shhh, we know.

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at November 19, 2009 4:50 PM

No, no. Dreamfucker is more than funny enough without any larger context.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at November 19, 2009 4:54 PM

And for his next trick Rowles is going to kick this litter of fluffy Golden Retriever puppies.

Let's hear it for him!

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at November 19, 2009 4:56 PM

*Whew*
Thanks Tracer. I say enough stupid shit without misusing vernacular.
And may I say that you are a handsome, handsome, man.
Rooower!

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at November 19, 2009 5:05 PM

Here's a fun update for you: One of the football players depicted in the movie, Brian Chavez, went on to become an attorney. He set up a practice back in Odessa, and just last month was arrested on burglary of habitation and assault charges for breaking into a home and assaulting the occupants. Luckily, he brought a local junior high football coach to help him out.

How's that for inspirational?

Posted by: Codeman at November 19, 2009 5:30 PM

Teh littel guy

*the little*
Sorry, I was all pissy and forgot to spell check.

No, I like it better the first way. It's appropriate for the point you were trying to make.

Teh littel guy:inspirational football movie::teh hawtness: RDJ in anything

Posted by: stardust at November 19, 2009 5:54 PM

Fuck! What happened to my italics for the second quote?

Posted by: stardust at November 19, 2009 5:54 PM

Oh my, LindsEy. THAT was unexpectedly stellar. Speaking of Keats (or was it Yeats, they're both on your side), this is how the prose goes:

Annie AND Rudy in the same fucking thread,
there certainly are many tears to be shed.
And while Rowles crushed our dreams with delight and dismay,
At least none of these flicks were shot by Michael Bay.
Or there would have been titties and 'splosions galore,
Until the very last play when Notre Dame scores!

"You fill up my senses...."

RUDY! RUDY! RUDY! RUDY!

Posted by: John Denver's Wingman at November 19, 2009 6:19 PM

Blurgh. Never figured so any pajibans would express such rampant bitchiness about Notre Dame (despite the header)...and it does seem like at least the money shot of the movie was mostly carried out. But what about...Football movies that were most accurate? Should we include documentaries? I say no...

Posted by: patchfire at November 19, 2009 7:51 PM

I heard a radio interview with Devine where he said that not only was the jersey scene bullshit, but if any of his players had done that, he'd have kicked them off the team in a heartbeat.

I still cried, though.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at November 19, 2009 11:21 PM

"We Are Marshall" fact vs. fiction:

http://media.herald-dispatch.com/mucrash/index.php?p=7_18

The interesting thing is, the ending of the big upset win in the team's first game back was amazing. But it still wasn't amazing enough for Hwood.

BTW, the 39th anniversary of the crash just passed. IIRC it's still the deadliest day ever for a sports team.

Posted by: , (just , cause I'm tired of typing that other shit) at November 20, 2009 12:43 AM

JDW:
You are awesome. I have been whistling Annie's Song all day thanks to you.
Yes, I whistle.

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at November 20, 2009 4:16 AM

' They wear "armor" (note my shift to the American spelling of the word) because it's an extremely rough sport and they need it. Let's see the "futbol" stars plow into each other head-on at full speed and force with the aim of putting the other player on the ground a few dozen times per game do so without injury while wearing the amount of protection they do in their games. '

DarthCorleone

Umm, rugby, anyone?


Posted by: TweeBubblyKlutz at November 20, 2009 11:37 AM

TweeBubblyKlutz >> I knew someone would bring up rugby. I agree that's a very rough sport. Bunch of lunatics those guys are. I'm sure their bones and muscles feel great when they reach their 40s.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at November 20, 2009 1:49 PM





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