Angels In The Outfield

Roger, do you believe in heaven?

I guess. That's where

they say my mom went.

- Maybe that's where my dad went.

- Probably.

Hey, maybe your mom

and my dad are friends up there.

- That could be.

- 'Cause you're my best friend down here.

You're my best friend

too, J.P.

Roger, how come Maggie's house

is called a foster home?

I don't know.

Maybe the first people who let

other people's kids live with

them were named "Foster."

Oh. So if we stay there a long time,

do we gotta change our name to Foster?

- No way.

- Good.

Besides, we're not gonna

be there a long time.

- Really?

- Yeah, somethin' good's gonna happen.

Yeah, somethin' good.

Maybe today, even. It could happen.

The Angels, trying to

break a 14-game losing streak,

face the Toronto Blue Jays here this

afternoon at Anaheim Stadium.

Maggie, we're back.

So, where ya been?

Just ridin' around.

You said be back by 5:00.

I can't tell time yet.

Are we back by 5:00?

Close. Come on, J.P.,

get your bike in. Roger?

- Yeah?

- You have a visitor. He's waiting inside for you.

Is it...

- Dad?

- Hey.

- Dad!

- Surprised to see me?

Yeah.

You look kinda scrawny.

Don't they feed you enough in this place?

Yeah.

- Where you been? I was waitin'.

- Just ridin' around the stadium.

- Angels still your team?

- Yeah.

They're in last place.

Yeah.

Runs in the blood.

Family that likes losers.

So...

I came to say...

that I'm goin' up north.

I know I said when I came

it'd be to get you, but...

things ain't workin' out that way.

I did what I could with ya. Maybe if

your mom was alive it'd be different.

I, uh... They had me sign

this thing, this paper.

Some kind of release thing. Uh,

just gotta go to court to make it final.

You understand

what I'm sayin', don't ya?

Y-Yeah.

Okay, I'm glad we got

that outta the way.

Where's the pickup?

I traded it in.

The bike's better for travelin'.

Dad, when we gonna be

a family again?

From where I'm sittin',

I'd say when the Angels

win the pennant.

You stay outta trouble, son.

Number 27, shortstop, Steve Acker.

So with the Angels down by seven,

it's now one ball, two strikes to Acker,

- the fourth batter to face Gates here in the eighth.

- Come on, strike him out!

Yeah! Strike him out!

And got Godchaux on a

pop-up to Mitchell at third.

Burn it in there.

Come on, Angels, let's stay in this.

Gates takes the sign,

checks the runner at first

and delivers.

Acker lobs the ball high into left field.

Gates, you stink!

Norton and Williams

both going for the catch.

- I-I got it. I got it.

- And this will be Ben Williams' call.

And Williams and Norton collide

and the catch is blown!

- Where's the ball? Uuh!

- Ooh!

Boy, they're bad!

- Ohh!

- And with another example...

of his infamous temper,

manager George Knox calls time out.

He will have a word

with his pitcher, Frank Gates.

I don't think it's gonna be

a happy word.

And it looks like Knox is

going to take Gates out.

Gates doesn't look

too pleased about this.

- Gimme the ball.

- It ain't my fault. You need a new outfield.

You're outta here!

Give me the ball!

You want the ball?

Here you go. Go get it!

- Gates has thrown his ball and glove into the stands.

- My glove? Go get it!

Go on, get outta here!

You're finished, Gates!

- And Knox has attacked his own pitcher!

- Uh oh!

Skip, Skip. Let 'em go, Skip.

- You're washed up! You'll never pitch again!

- You're crazy, Knox!

They're clearing the benches!

Now both teams are on the field.

Hey! It's not our fight!

- George Knox has created total chaos!

- Huh? What?

- Hit him one for me, Gates!

- I can't find him!

- You're crazy!

- You can't manage a team!

This is outrageous!

George Knox fighting off his own players,

Surprise, surprise.

And they're trying to keep

Knox and Gates apart.

You stink, Knox!

Knox, you're outta here!

Come on, ump, leave him in!

Yeah!

Don't throw him out!

- Hey! What are you kids doin' up there?

- Uh-oh!

You better have tickets

for that tree!

Game's over for us, J.P.

We gotta go!

That's right, clear off!

Go on, get outta here!

You heard me! Don't let me catch

you twerps around here again!

- You kickin' me out? That's good!

- Yes, I'm kicking you out!

- 'Cause you been stinkin' up the calls all day!

- You're gone!

You can't kick me out 'cause I'm leavin'.

You get that? I'm outta here!

And Knox will watch the rest of the game...

in the locker room.

Murphy's out of his mind

to put up with this nonsense.

- You think you can do any better?

- Blindfolded.

Well, when you were managing, boy,

you had a lot of trouble. I remember...

Zip it, pal. You have to ask

yourself, what is goin' on...

with this team, and how long

will owner Hank Murphy put up...

with this kind of behavior

from his manager.

I thought I'd seen it all, ladies and gentlemen,

but with George Knox calling the shots,

you never know what will happen.

Careful, J.P.

Let's go!

- Why do you idiots do that after we've lost?

- It's for good luck, man.

After 15 straight losses,

I say we find somethin' else to rub.

- Like Triscuit's head.

- Don't even think about touchin' me... anywhere.

- Fatty pants.

- Maybe we should do this before we lose.

Aw, not again! They got

the wrong kind of salami!

- It was nice of Knox to let you play.

- Hey, I can hit it. You gotta,

you gotta choke up and bear down,

then you'll get your homer.

- Hey, how's the arm?

- It's feelin' strong.

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