Rookie of the Year Page #2

August. Minimum.

-August? That's like four months.

-Henry has to take it easy. I want those bones to set correctly.

[sigh] This is gonna be a great summer.

[giggling]

Hi Henry! Bye Henry!

Hurry!

-Come on, let's go! Come on Mom! Come on!

-Alright, okay!

-[tires screech]

-Thank you!

-Wait, wait, come on! Let's go!

The bone is fine. But the tendons have fused with the humerus.

[giggling]

-Is that bad?

-It's unusual. Uh, let's take a look. Okay,

let's start with the fingers.

-Good, good. Now raise the arm.

-[creaking]

-Good, good. Now to the side.

-[more creaking]

-Good. Uh, now bend at the elbow.

-[more creaking]

-Good, good. Now rotate from the shoulder, slowly.

-[more creaking]

-[snaps]

-Oh! [yelling]

-Woah!

-Oh!

-[blows nose] Funky butt-lovin'!

-Did he say "funky butt-lovin'"?

-[laughter]

-I'm sorry! I don't know what happened!

-Are-Are you alright?

I, I, uh... I think what's happened here is that

those tendons have healed, uh, a little tight.

-I've never seen anything quite like that.

-I'm really sorry.

-Go. Please. Just, uh, just go.

-Let's go, come on. Uh, you guys, let's go. Quickly! Quickly! Come on!

-I am so sorry.

-What'd you hit on the nose for?

Hey, uh, I'm gonna wanna see you on, uh, three weeks.

Right, okay. Thank you!

Nurse?

-Come on!

-Here!

-What's this?

-Happy cast-off day.

-What is it?

-Cubs tickets!

-[screaming]

We're going to the Cubs game! We're going to the Cubs game!

-Woah, gosh, it's huge!

-Man, look how great it is!

-Wow, Wrigley Field! This is great!

[heavy breathing]

-You think they'll pull it out today?

-Definitely! They got Steadman on the mount!

-Alright!

-[growling]

-[booing]

-Come on, Rocket, throw the heat!

-Throw it back! Throw it back! Throw it back!

I don't know, they're saying it!

Bleacher rules - you can't keep a home run hit by the other team.

Throw it back! Throw it back!

-[laughter]

-I can throw better than that.

Well that's gonna bring Rocket's earned-run average

to about .300 or so. Which equals the attendance here today.

-What a team.

-Poor Mr. Carson. His last season as team owner. He must be really depressed.

[yelling] Bob! Fish! Fish! Look! A decoder ring! I got it out

of the Cracker Jack box! It fits on your finger like...

-Great! Man is turning into a cracker jack.

Okay, Uncle Bob!

Come on, what is this? Get the game going! What's going on!

Uh, if we don't sell out every game for the rest of the season,

we are going to, uh, have to forfeit the franchise.

-Forfeit the franchise? Just when I'm about to take over the team?

No money, no team?

[sigh] We need a miracle, sir.

Throw him the cheese! Throw him the high!

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