Fear Strikes Out Page #5

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Turn it off, will you, please?

Will he be wearing

a major league uniform?

Turn it...

Turn it off!

Hello.

Hello, darling.

It's all fixed.

I can go with you tomorrow.

That's great.

It's 25 minutes since we became engaged.

Do you love me?

I love you, Mary.

I love you, Jimmy.

I love you, Mary.

I love you.

Get up.

Jimmy.

You know.

Jimmy.

Well, you got to.

I can't.

No, no.

You have to.

Why does breakfast

have to be at 7:
00?

It just does.

So get up, OK?

Jimmy, I can't.

You can't?

Please.

All right.

You just stay there.

I'll tell you what.

You stay there, and I'll bring you

some breakfast in bed, all right?

How would that be?

Marvelous.

On a tray?

Yes.

What would you like to have most?

What are you doing?

What... Jimmy!

The ice! No!

Stop. God!

Is it cold?

Freezing!

Let go of the arm.

I'm going to need that

in a couple of months.

Tell me what team

you're going to be with,

and I might mail it to you.

If it isn't Boston, don't bother.

Really!

You know, we need traffic lights already.

I'd like to know

what we'll do when the baby comes.

Find a bigger house.

I think it's kind of cozy like this,

don't you?

You warming up?

No.

All right. OK.

Dirty trick.

Ready?

Yes.

Good morning.

Your son put an entire

windowsill filled with snow

down my back.

Jimmy!

Yes, he did.

I'll take him over my knee.

We missed the boat, Jim.

We didn't make it.

"No trip to the majors for Jim Piersall."

"The Boston Red Sox

"have decided the outfield flash

"isn't ready for the big leagues yet.

"He'll be sent down

to Louisville next spring

for further training."

Well, what do they want, Dad?

I was the best fielder in the league.

I stole bases.

I scored runs.

What do they want?

What you didn't give them... hitting.

That's what they want.

"What do they

want from me?"

A man can rot in the minors.

Jimmy. Jimmy.

It's not the end of the world.

It's another year.

Jim.

Come on. Sit down. Feeding time.

Sit down.

Come on.

Fine little girl, Jim.

6 pounds, 8 ounces.

Well, how's Mary?

OK. She's OK.

Why can't I go in?

You'll be in soon.

Your mom's with her now.

Well, you know how I

feel, don't you, Jim?

Thanks, Dad.

How did you make out after the fifth?

I got my hit in the seventh.

Great.

That's fine.

Great. Great.

That makes 15 straight days in a row.

We're going to double it.

Come on in.

Hello, Daddy.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Look.

She's beautiful.

Isn't she, Dad?

You're a lucky boy, Jim.

And you've got to give her the best.

Jimmy.

You really think she's beautiful?

Yeah.

She's pretty small.

You'd be surprised

how those small ones can fill up a room

once they start crawling around.

What we need is a new house...

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