Superstitions are a holdover from primitive humans finding simple reasons for things they don't understand. Verifiably a complete waste of mental capacity in this day and age. I'm just saying, in a deterministic event, such as hitting a baseball, there actually is a strict relation between cause and effect. Now, superstition, it's bringing a... A probabilistic framework and projecting meaning onto a completely random sequence. See, we can deduce from that, that the lucky helmet was probably not the factor in Coma's ability to get a hit because he was just able to do so without it. The question now will be if this new, random helmet now becomes Coma's lucky helmet.

Beuter: [rapping the last lines] Well, hey, oh hey. This will make your day. Boy, they call me Billy A. I like to chew and a-spit. And throw a ball a little bit. Boy, you better stay out of my way.
Jake: Enough with that, Jake here. Just a chill dude. I'll sweep you off your feet. No need to be crude. If I sense any question. I'll put you to the test. If it's a crime to be sexy then you're under arrest.
Beuter: You talkin' to me?
Jake: No, can't you see?
Beuter: Well, who you talking to?
Jake: Uh, dude, not you.
Beuter: Well, okay, dude, you kinda rude. I ain't really a fan of that attitude.
Jake: As I was saying before Billy interrupted. We just having good times, baby. Nothing too corrupted. If you need a little insight on who I am. Let me break it down for you right now with my jam. Unlike Finn I don't drop to the knee. 'Cause I got a bigger secret I drop to my feet. I'm the kinda guy that'll meet you after class. Take pride in my pitching. Like Rope and his ass. Now, come over here with those luscious thighs. I'll make you feel loved while Willy's getting high. [fade out]

Can there be any doubt by now that Richard Linklater is America’s most relaxed and quietly ambitious filmmaker? After all but reinventing the coming-of-age movie with his 12-years-in-the-making Boyhood—and building an even more impressive 27-year trilogy with his heartbreaking “Before” movies—the director now serves up a deceptively simple comedy. Everybody Wants Some!! is about nothing more (or less) than the weekend shenanigans that transpire on a Texas college campus in August 1980. The school’s rowdy baseball team returns, welcoming freshman pitcher Jake (Blake Jenner, a clear-eyed find) with the kind of genial hazing—“fuck-with-ery,” the newbie calls it—that brings to mind Linklater’s Dazed and Confused (1993). Bongs will be lit. Pink Floyd will be discussed.

There are certainly a lot of people in Everybody Wants Some!!, and Linklater does a fine job of keeping them all in play. The nominal protagonist is Jake Bradford (Blake Jenner), a freshman pitcher who has just arrived at Southeast Texas University in September 1980 to live in a run-down house with his teammates. His newfound crew of bros ranges from drawling innocent Billy Autrey (Will Brittain) to mustachioed weirdo Jay Niles (Juston Street) to friendly stoner Willoughby (Wyatt Russell) to sneering senior Glenn (Tyler Hoechlin). Chief among them is the philosopher-hedonist Finnegan (Glen Powell, fantastic), who chatters on endlessly — the latest addition to Linklater’s roster of lovable blowhards.