A clear need for balance

The first tribute near the end of the movie was for the Union troops. There wasn't much to it, and it was immediately followed by a prolonged onslaught of soldiers dressed in gray. Someone sang Dixie as they marched from Rock's back bedroom bed and through a mangle of furniture and books and old clothes.
Rock thought there was a clear need for balance, but he wasn't sure where to look for it. People would complain. He knew that, and that he needed to go the bathroom, and that his foot still hurt.

Poker

The poker game had dwindled to four players, including Rock, a sports information director Rock had known for nearly thirty years, and some youngster whose juvenile behavior had everyone on edge.
The four agreed to play one more hand. Rock dealt each player five cards and was pleased to see he held two aces. That should be good enough, he thought.
But the young, cocky player had two threes and a joker. "Joker's wild, so that's three threes," he said.
"Bullshit," Rock said. "No one declared jokers were wild."
"I thought that was assumed," the kid said.

Coach Pat

There was a long way to go, but Arkansas-Little Rock's womens basketball team was off to a fantastic start against the top-ranked Tennessee Volunteers. Rock watched from reserve seats in Knoxville, where he sat next to Tennessee coach Pat Summit.
With ten minutes gone in the first half, Arkansas-Little Rock led by twenty points, and despite his proximity to Summit, Rock was rooting loudly.
Someone nearby turned to Summit and apologized for Rock's noisy celebration, but she shook her head and smiled. "He's behaving exactly as I would expect," Summit said. "He's doing what good fans do."

Rock was sold

Someone offered Rock free use of a downtown apartment. He had to ride in an elevator from the dimly-lighted, dank basement hallway of an office building near the Arkansas River to see it. A heavyset, African-American elevator operator told him this was the only way in or out.
The elevator opened into the living room-den of a large, beautifully furnished, high-rise apartment that overlooked the river and downtown North Little Rock. Rock was sold.

Chair to chair

The large group of volunteers that Rock had worked around for years at Arkansas-Little Rock Trojans basketball games had spent weeks devising a game they could play while the Trojans's game were underway.
It involved their moving from chair to chair around the perimeter of the court in a sort of race. Rock recommended to them that they keep score. He suggested they simply grant one point for each lap completed. They all agreed that the game should be limited to Arkansas-Little Rock home games.

He needed something to eat

At first Rock thought he had a choice. Of what it wasn't clear, but one of his options was to travel one-thousand years into the future. At least he thought it was an option. Before he had time to decide, he was in 3016.
He was pleased to find his house had survived, but it seemed nearly unbelievable that his television still worked. Howie Mandel was babbling on it about a group of teenage siblings having the goods to make it big or something. Rock had trouble standing. He knew he needed something to eat, but someone had pushed his couch back so far that it cut him off from the kitchen.

A bit of grandeur

Rock's father Richard accompanied him to his cousin Jill's funeral. They arrived a few minutes late and were consequently last in a line that extended far into the mezzanine of the large arena. At least hundreds of people were there, perhaps a thousand or more.
Rock knew how Richard's mind worked and had no doubt he relished their position. Entering the arena last, just before the service began, had the potential to add a bit of grandeur to his appearance. As for Rock, he hoped against hope more people would arrive.
Almost at the moment that thought formed, he saw a group of ten or more men walk into the lobby and toward them in line. They were in their twenties and thirties, each dressed in ill-fitting, ragtag suits, and even more wonderfully from Rock's perspective, each of them were carrying large cans or bottles of mini-mart beer, Miller and Budweiser and the like. To his delight, Rock knew immediately that a great story had brewed.