Everyone's Hero Page #3

- Oh, yeah.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Sun was shining,

forty thousand fans screaming

as I'm tossed to the mound.

It was like a dream come true.

All I ever wanted was to be home run ball.

And on the very first pitch, crack,

I'm on my way going, going,

foul.

That's right, kid, foul ball.

Right out of the park.

Dreams and everything vanished.

And did anyone ever come look for me?

No. They left me out there to rot.

So believe me when I tell you,

baseball is a field of broken dreams.

Trust me, I know.

Mr. Robinson.

- Good morning, Stanley. Mrs. Irving.

I'm sorry to bother you

so early,

but we have a real problem here.

What sort of a problem, sir?

This is Officer Bryant.

- Hello.

Someone broke into

the Yankees' locker room.

Oh, no.

- Babe Ruth's bat is missing.

You were the only one there

with the keys, Mr. Irving.

What are you implying?

Did you see anyone else

in the locker room last night?

- Wait. There was a security guard.

Yankee...

Dad, after you left the locker room

a security guard came in

and told me to get out.

- You took your son into the locker room?

- It was just for a minute.

Do you mind if I look in his room?

- Excuse me, my son is not a thief.

Irving.

Thank God you're here. This kid is crazy.

First he put me in the underpants drawer,

then he pushed me underwater,

then he forced me to eat meatloaf.

This is a disaster.

- Meatloaf!

The Series is only half over.

- Are you listening?

What am I gonna tell the Babe? We need

to pack all the gear for Chicago today.

The bat's not here.

Son, if you know what happened

to the bat, you need to come clean now.

- But that's what I'm trying to tell you.

- Stanley, this is a real mess.

I... I know, Mr. Robinson.

As the General Manager

of the New York Yankees,

I have no other choice. You're fired.

- Fired?

- Mr. Robinson, please.

Stanley, someone has to be held

responsible. It was your shift.

If Babe's bat is found, then I'll

reconsider, but, until then, I'm sorry.

Stanley, what are we gonna do?

We're gonna be out on the streets.

- I'll get another job. I'll get two jobs.

- There are no jobs.

Yankee, you were alone in that

locker room. Now the bat's missing.

- Stanley...

- Emily,

there was no security guard on duty.

Yes, there was. Maybe he took the bat.

That's enough.

Son, what happened to the bat?

I don't know.

- Go to your room.

- Why don't you believe me?

Go to your room.

What was all that?

What's with the coppers?

- Someone stole Babe Ruth's bat.

- Good.

- Screwie, my dad got fired.

- Not good.

Why would someone steal

Babe's lucky bat?

The Yankees are gonna lose

the Series for sure.

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