Family, I have an announcement. After 15 years of playing pro ball,
I’ve decided to hang up my cleats. Go bring
your rusty butt on back here, then. -I am. We’re moving back to Columbus.
-[gasps] My baby! God has answered my prayer! Won’t he do it! Won’t he do it! [laughs] [yells playfully] We think that Columbus is
a wonderful place to raise our children. Remember, church starts at 8:00 a.m. We don’t go to church. -Dad says we belong to bedside Baptist.
-Uh… Somebody better start praying
before I forget I know Jesus! Preach. -Let us have it.
-We’re awful parents. -[yelling]
-[glass breaks] I wouldn’t say awful. Look at your child. Not to your face, anyway. [Cocoa] Ever since we moved here, your mother’s been trying to tell me
how to raise my kids, how to cook my food, and even how to dress. Proverbs 14:30. Don’t hate, please. ♪ We gon’ be alright ♪ I know you kids think I’m strict
with all the rules, and the chores, and Bible school, but these are the things
that prepare you for life. Hallelujah! When a loved one goes astray,
God can get him home again. ♪ We gon’ be alright, we gon’ be alright ♪ I’ve come to realize that the path to God
is full of ups, downs, starts, stops, twists, turns. Girl, are you talking about a divine walk
or a ride at Six Flags? [laughter]