INT. SUBURBAN KITCHEN - MORNINGRAY RICE (seven years old, shirt untucked, shoes untied)sits at the table. He holds a cereal bowl to his face andshovels the last of breakfast into his mouth. His gaze islocked on a football that sits on the other side of thetable.Finished the cereal, he drops the bowl to the table andbolts down the last of his orange juice. Then he jumps outof his chair and races around the table to scoop up thefootball.MA RICE (early 30s, simple clothes neatly put together)shouts at him as he runs for the door.MA RICERay! I don’t want you playing withthose big boys. You’re going toget hurt!The last words are to a swinging door and emptykitchen. She makes a disapproving sound and shakes herhead.EXT. PARK FIELD - LATE MORNINGA group of boys about 10 to 12 years old have split into twoteams and are flipping for possession. Ray comes running upjust as they are setting up.They are dismissive when they see him, but good naturedlyso. Ray arrives and looks between the teams but neither ofthem pay him any attention. He drops his own ball and joinsone of the teams, seemingly at random.The boys begin to play. The game is messy in all possiblemeanings of the word. Plays are disorganized, the field isdirty, elbows are thrown. Injuries happen but no one losestheir temper.Ray is always at the edge of the play, running around andtrying to get to the ball. Often he is left behind as theboys run down the field.When he does get to an opposing ball carrier, he bouncesright off as they ignore him entirely. Occasionally, hemight get in the way and unintentionally run interferencewhen his own team gets the ball. Just a coincidence that gounacknowledged.