Bang the Drum Slowly

from Good Hope."

In the catching department,

Dutch needed hope.

Come on, Piney,

eh? Let's go.

Okay, stand close.

Put your arms

around each other's shoulders.

I'd rather not.

I'm very high on him,

very high.

He's got all the tools.

He hits them a mile.

He runs like a deer.

His backside's one mile wide

by actual measurement

where his power is.

Drinks milk by the tons.

Who will stay?

Aw, how do I know

in February

who I'll love in April

when the flowers bloom, huh?

No, no, flowers

bloom in May.

It's April showers.

Smartest prospect

in years.

Henry, how many

catchers on a team?

Never that many.

Here's the premium

from George, Arthur.

Gracias, George.

George says,

"Sign your contract, Arthur."

Morning, Arthur, Holly.

- Hi.

- Hey, Ugly.

Uh, I believe this, uh,

brings my insurance up to date.

Keep it coming;

it's your future.

Well, uh, I have to save some

for the present, however

such as, uh, these little girls

running around here

with their eye

on handsome ball players.

How much

you holding out for?

$127,500.

Well, even if I believed you,

you'll never get it

but as a veteran

of many a holdout

let me give you

a piece of sound advice:

Don't hang in the park

because your eye gleams,

your hand itches

and you wish

you were playing ball.

It shines through, Arthur,

and it'll cost you money.

It's the boss.

Don't be too comical;

just answer it.

Let it ring awhile.

Fishing pier;

tapeworms for sale.

Hey, Arthur, how

about coming down

and playing a game

of duo tegwar?

It's not the boss;

it's Joe Jaros.

Arthur, come on down.

This place is

swimming with fish.

All right, we'll be right down.

Who's "we"?

Well, me and Bruce.

Bruce Pearson?

Yeah, um... him

and me played

quite a bit of tegwar

over the winter.

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