For Love of the Game Page #3

I mean, in 19 years

have I ever not showed?

Well, that's true of everyone till

the fiirst time they don't show.

Billy, I had an idea.

I've pretty much made up my mind,

but I wanted to run it by you fiirst.

I want Jimmy

to catch today.

I know how you feel about Gus, but he ain't

hittin', Billy. He ain't hit for a while now.

I haven't said anything,

but we need the left-handed bat.

I want Gus.

Yeah, I know,

and I'd love to take

one of these goddamn games.

We're not layin' down. We're not

gonna be a red carpet to the Series...

for these guys.

Gus catches,

or I don't pitch.

Me and Gus.

Nobody else.

I hope you hear me.

jesus, Billy, you tellin' me

how to run this team?

[ Grunting ]

No.

But today,

it's me and Gus.

I've never asked you

any other time, okay?

Good.

Glad you agree.

Can't argue about this

right now. Gotta warm up.

I'm sorry. We have

a bit of a delay.

We're correcting a bit

of a maintenance problem.

So we don't have a bit

of a crash?

Is there someplace I can stay? Yes.

The Premiere Lounge is just

down there on your right.

Thanks.

[ Lyons ] When the sun goes

down, it'll actually be...

an easier time to hit

for both teams.

[ Scully ] And now, talkin'about

shadows and sunlight,

that might very well sum up

Billy Chapel.

Long has he stood

in the brilliant sunshine...

in his great, 19-year career.

But now, battling back from

an 8 and 11 record this year,

trying to fiight his way out of

the shadows back into the sunlight.

He'll be facing Mike Robinson,

followed by Jonathan Warble...

and then Sam Tuttle.

Bottom of the fiirst inning, no

score, and the Yankees coming up.

What's he lookin' at?

He's lookin'...

at the clouds.

You okay, Chap?

Chappie!

You okay?

[ Man On P.A.]

Catching, number 27, Gus Sinski.

Number 27.

At shortstop, number 7,

Jose Garcia.

Trying to take my hand off? Sorry.

just let me set for that juice. Warn

me or something. Pitching, number 14,

Billy Chapel. I'm gonna throw a

little harder than usual today.

There's your warning.

Chap, don't throw it away

too early.

Today I'm throwin'

hard, Gus.

You and me?

One more time?

Why not?

[ Cheering ]

[ Man ] Hey, Chapel! We got

you, Chapel! You're done!

We're gonna stick a fork in

you, Chapel! You are finished!

You are complete! The Tigers are

done! You're done! You're finished!

Get outta town!

I can always tell

when I'm in New York.

[ Blowing Horn ]

Hey, Chapel!

Yo, Chapel!

You suck!

You stink on ice!

You couldn't pitch a tent!

[ Shouting, Cheering

Intensifies ]

[ Chapel's Voice ]

Clear the mechanism.

[ Shouting, Cheering

Continues, Muted ]

[ No Audio ]

Hello, Mike.

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