The Perfect Game Page #2

going to pitch somewhere else, agreed?

Wow. Who taught

you to pitch?

Cardinals.

In the Basilica?

Saint Louis.

The Saint Louis

Cardinals?

That's right.

You played

in the Majors?

Well, sorta,

I... I coached.

I'm a Dodger fan.

Yeah, you're

Sandy Koufax.

Quiet! There she is!

My girlfriend.

Oh yeah? Then go talk to her.

Yeah.

I have to wait

for the right moment.

How about now?

Enrique, catch!

Oops. A little help, please!

Hi, Gloria,

such a surprise!

What is this?

I... I... It's a baseball.

A real one!

Are these

your friends?

We are his teammates!

Yeah, we're

a real baseball team.

Best in Monterrey!

You know, they told me Monterrey had

the most beautiful girls in Mexico.

Too bad for you, we're

on our way to America.

Yeah, too bad.

So Gloria, I was thinking,

I could, walk you home or something?!

Sorry, my father

picks me up.

Ooh! Popped up

to the catcher.

How embarrassing.

Who do you

think you are?

We're the

Mexico City All Stars.

Can you read?

Sons of gringo

businessmen!

Why don't you play

with Mexicans?

With babies,

like you?

Who are you

calling 'babies'? Dummy.

Come on, guys.

I'll never

get Gloria.

You're not worth getting

dirty over. We're going to America.

America.

Father.

Sorry, but we need to make the team now.

Angel, what

is the hurry?

We're 12. See, we can't

play in the league next year.

Hmm. I see.

Well then, you'll

need a coach.

You could

be our coach!

No, not me.

Please.

You need somebody who knows

the game, not just stick ball.

I don't know anybody

like that in Monterrey.

I do.

What now?

We are making

a Little League team!

Who's we?

My friends

and Father Esteban.

You can meet

him tomorrow at Mass.

Church? I don't think so kid.

Do you like her?

Who?

I think you

are in love.

Nah, there's

plenty of fish in the sea.

Not like

that mermaid.

You know her?

No, but I know where

she'll be tomorrow morning.

Where?

Mea culpa Mea

culpa Mea maxima culpa

Father Esteban,

this is Cesar Faz.

Ah, yes.

Good morning, Father.

Angel tells me you used to coach

in the Major League Baseball.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

Well, it must have

been something.

It was something.

Yes, well, they would like

to have that same feeling, you know?

In the American Little League.

Mr. Faz, will you be our

coach? Will you take us to America?

It would take a miracle to make

these kids into a real team.

Sometimes, God gives us

the ability to make them.

Teams?

Miracles.

These kids don't

even have a field.

Sorry, kid.

Couldn't pick a

place with more rocks, huh?

Nope.

- We did it.

- Si.

Yeah, the infield.

What about the outfield?

Angel.

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