Major League: Back to the Minors Page #2

Let's go!

Airport. Big tip waiting.

Like a vulture circling fresh meat.

- Well he wants Downtown.

- He's not gonna wait.

He's gonna bring him up

before he's ready.

See, that's exactly what I've been saying.

You know how to bring a player along.

I need a manager with that kind of

touch, that kind of instinct.

I want you to take him to AAA.

I want you to teach him how to hit.

Sounds like a lot of work.

Try it for a couple of weeks.

You don't like it, no harm,

no foul. You quit.

- I need to think about it.

- Gus, I need a coach.

- Let you know in the morning?

- You're on.

- What if I hate it?

- You quit. He even gave you an out.

- Are you scared?

- No.

Yeah.

You can't let fear of the unknown

keep you moving off the dime.

What if Christopher Columbus had

let fear get in the way?

- I'd be playing Cricket.

- You know what I'm saying.

You really think I could

manage a baseball team?

I know you can.

What about us?

"Us" will be here.

"Us" isn't gonna go anywhere.

- You must be Gus Cantrell.

- What gave me away?

Frank Morgan, everybody calls me Pops.

Can I grab these? Come on, jump in.

- This is Mr. Buzz.

- Hi, how you doin'?

We're about an hour from gametime,

so I brought your uniform along.

We'll move Mr. Buzz' head up here.

Excuse me.

Watch your...

- You must be pretty excited.

- Oh yeah.

This is the clubhouse.

In some parts of the world

this is called a basement.

Good news is, it's cool in August.

Other times it can be a little musky.

- Dank?

- That too, but cool.

It's your office.

Another prayer unanswered.

Lance Pere.

Gus Cantrell, our new skipper.

Welcome to our

unique little troupe.

Thanks.

- You aren't stuck or anything, are you?

- Nah. It's yoga.

Limber mind leads to a limber spine

which leads to a long life.

As we go, so goes the world.

We are the world, the world is us.

I'll have to jot that down.

You'd better unwind and get dressed,

unless you plan on playing naked.

Alright, Pops.

Came to baseball by way of the

New York City Ballet.

Ballet?

Went to an open tryout, he was such

a natural athlete they signed him.

He used to be a ballerina?

- I don't think guys are ballerinas.

- Balladeer?

- Don't balladeers sing?

- Nah, I think that's troubadours.

- That was me, I was out of position.

- Hog Ellis.

This is our new skipper, Gus Cantrell.

What's up?

- Nice to meet ya.

- Hog, show the skipper your fastball.

- Got some velocity there.

- Yeah.

You can bet on the hummer, babe.

It's all good.

Well, don't let me interrupt.

It's cool.

"Cool" is the only thing

he said I understood.

Hog ain't much on communication.

Remind me not to sit

next to him on road trips.

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