"Let's talk about fears.
Fears.
I'm scared of spiders, coach.
-That's not what I meant.|-I'm afraid of spiders, too.
Goddamn spiders freak me, too, fellas.
Well, I didn't mean that.
Ever get one of those spiders|crawling up your arm?
-Crawling on you?|-Damn!
Thanks, Jumbo. You can just|rock me to sleep tonight.
Okay, that's great, but I'm talking|about what scares us on the field.
Like spiders on the field?
Can we get beyond the spiders, please?
Bees.
Bees?
-Bees?|-Bees.
Anybody here afraid|of anything other than insects?
Come on.
Quicksand.
Shit, yeah!|Quicksand's a scary mother, man.
It sucks you right in and even|if you scream, you get that muck...
I don't think that's it.
That's not what he had in mind.
-What's he talking about, then?|-Ask him.
What's up, Shane?
You're playing...
...and you think everything is going fine.|But then one thing goes
...and another...
...and another.
You try to fight back, but the harder|you fight, the deeper you sink.
Until you can't move.
You can't breathe...
...because you're in over your head...
...like quicksand."
