Quarterback (QB, originally called blocking back) is a position in American and Canadian football. Quarterbacks are members of the offensive team and line up directly behind the offensive line. Quarterbacks are the leaders of the offensive team, responsible for calling the play in the huddle.
At most levels, but especially at the college and professional level, the quarterback role is the most visible and important role on the team. The position is probably the most influential among all team sports in the success or failure of the team. The quarterback touches the ball on nearly every offensive play and has a great deal of responsibility both in calling plays and making decisions during the play.
While there is liberal substitution at most positions in football based on the play call and to minimize player fatigue, most quarterbacks are on the field for every offensive play leaving only for injury or when the game's outcome is no longer in doubt. Quarterbacks are frequently chosen early in the NFL Draft and often receive much more lucrative contracts than other positions. As of 2011, players in this position have won more Super Bowl MVP awards (24 of 45) than players at all other positions combined.
Not every hero wears a cape.
Life's Better with Baseball
Plot
A remake of the 1955 comedy, the story revolves around a Southern professor who puts together a group of thieves to rob a casino. They rent a room in an old woman's house, but soon she discovers the plot and they must kill her, a task that is more difficult than it seems.
Keywords: accidental-shooting, african-american, american-football, attempted-murder, attempted-robbery, barge, black-comedy, bribe, bridge, c4-explosives
The greatest criminal minds of all time have finally met their match.
Winner takes all. Spring.
[first lines]::Sheriff Wyner: Unh... Oh! Afternoon, Miss Munson.::Marva Munson: Afternoon, Sheriff. You know the Funthes boy?
[last lines]::Marva Munson: Pickles! Oh, Lord. Pickles!
Gawain MacSam: Damn skippy!
Gawain MacSam: You just fart?
Marva Munson: This is a Christian house, boy. No hippity-hop language in here.
Professor G.H. Dorr: Uh, can you wield the device with your maimed extremity?
Professor G.H. Dorr: You, madam, are addressing a man, who is in fact quiet... and yet, not quiet, if I may offer to you a riddle.
Gawain MacSam: You brought your bitch to the Waffle Hut?
[to Garth]::Gawain MacSam: Fuck you *and* the Swiss Miss!
Waffle Hut Waitress: Have you all decided?::Professor G.H. Dorr: Madam, we must have waffles! We must all have waffles forthwith! We must all think, and we must all have waffles, and think each and every one of us to the very best of his ability...
Plot
Chemical waste seeps into a small town's water supply, causing the birth of a mutant FROGGG which is instinctively driven to mate with its genetic match - human women. Sexy EPA super-agent Dr Barbara Michaels tracks the Froggg's every move, fighting off corrupt good-ol'-boy politicians and drunken rednecks at every turn. No one in town believes her, or the evidence, until the shocking climax when the Froggg is finally brought to justice... or IS it...?
Keywords: bare-breasts, bartender, breasts, cult-film, cult-film, female-in-shower, female-nudity, gay, hyphen-in-title, independent-film
It's not nice to play with mother nature.
Plot
When professor Lippzigger dies, his favorite student Mark inherits the key to his secret laboratory. There he and his friend Jay find the hundreds of years old body of Frankenstein - and revive it. But where to go with him? They take him with them to their dorms. He's dumb as a brick, but makes it into their football team and becomes popular. If there only wasn't Prof. Loman, who wants to become famous with Lipp's inventions...
Keywords: american-football, college, dormitory, frankenstein's-monster, laboratory, medical, scientist, student
Plot
A teacher still haunted by the death of two teens that she accidentally caused as a young girl goes beserk when four teens start harassing her and then attack her in her home.
Keywords: attempted-rape, bare-breasts, biker, biology-teacher, blood, bludgeoning, car-motorcycle-chase, childhood-trauma, classroom, coverup-plot
Where the students are dying to graduate.
The teachers are tough...but their exams are murder.
(Intro)
Oh boy
Jinsu
Ok, uh huh, yessir
(Chorus) (x2)
I throw it like a quarterback, I'm the leader of the team
A pocket full of stacks, yeah I'm all about the green
I'm all about the green
Yeah, I'm all about the green
A pocket full of stacks, yeah I'm all about the green
(Verse 1)
You in the end zone, now that's a great pass
When I say "Hut!", scramble like eggs and break fast
I'm on the paper chase, yall talkin cheap chatter
Yall stay broke and the green here's what I'm after
You hear the bassline, that means it's break time
Nothin handed so I'm about to take mine
Face nine rappers cuz they brain retarded
Illest spittin in the game, yall just ringtone artists
15, leader of the team, I throw it like a quarterback
I'm all about the green, haha, most of yall step back
I'm in the lac or the big boy toy
Mad wins, no losses like P Boy Floyd
My flow's retarded so I spit no matter what
Think you better, bet stacks, or just put ya carats up
Haters tryna get the kid, I dodge and they still frontin
I'm on the move like I dun stole somethin
(Chorus) (x2)
(Verse 2)
I'm in the game now, time for the sales
I got more bars than 7 million jails
Other rappers see the same when I'm spittin these bars
They ain't seein the kid, they similar to Ray Charles
GI Joe made the hit, now we got a new single
Record labels cut the check and he need chips like Pringles
No duplicatin the kid, please, it's only one of me
I got a heavy buzz like a bumblebee
See I'm on it B, I'm runnin through cheese just like a shredder
I'm tryna get money, me and broke don't go together
That paper or cheddar, moolah or cash
I'm in the lambo with the roof that's missin from class
Mean lean, Boston hat clean, jewels that glow
I see we got a hit, Four Kingz, homie let's go
See we gone run this main plate, be ready fo sho
Be on the road, watch how I go, you already know
(Chorus) (x2)
(Bridge)
Ladies, take 2 steps back, thow it like a quarterback
I wanna see ya move like ya don't know how to act
Fellas, if you love to shine and you always on ya grind
Tell the DJ to bring it back one more time
Ladies, take 2 steps back, thow it like a quarterback
I wanna see ya move like ya don't know how to act
Fellas, if you love to shine and you always on ya grind
Tell the DJ to bring it back one more time
(Chorus) (x2)
(Outro)
Jinsu
GI Joe
Let's go!
Fo sho, pass that sweet nigga
And quit bumpin' yo gums
See that shit you be barkin' Mayne
I already done
At least twice mutha fucka
Bling, blingin' some ice
The dope game hall of fame
I'm in like Jerry Rice
Money fanatic
This nigga known for shootin' sparatic
Automatic wit the gadget
Lettin' them suckas have it
Like magic, abracadabra
Squash the chitter chatter
Your blatter is fin to splatter
When these hollow points scatter
Oh, he bald headed, tatted up
And got his swole on
Gang banged out
Rowdy then get his roll on
Plus he think he hard 'cuz he just got out the pen
Think I give a fuck, I put hands on that man
I'm from the shoulders
Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and quarters
Smoke with the smokers
Servin' all you sodas from border to border
Blaze your quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and your sister havin' three ways
Give a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'
Baby Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you sippin'?
Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter
Got the game locked like a boa constrictor
Boy, I stay saved out like a playa should
Nigga don't smash out to a whole another hood
Late night, plane flight
With a quart of G's
Black 'n' brown, ryda thugz
Keep it all to the good Mayne
Still collar poppin'
Still feddy clockin'
Gotta keep this shit knockin'
'Cuz me and Beesh be known for flossin'
Game tight stitch like a brand new fit
Like a drop top cad with an all chrome kit
Top notch bitch who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the same
Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the fifth
And shake them haters
'Cuz they be doin' too much
It's Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With soldiers ready to bust
But the ruger keep rudely
Spittin' slugs be hittin'
Tryin' to act hard
But your sharp as a kitten
Cup cake nigga, fake ass wigga
West side ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave
But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that
Uh, get your gritz on
Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on
Get your gritz on, get your gritz on