Major League: Back to the Minors Page #4

all right? They'll catch on.

He got a bad jump on that one.

Not only that, he ran too long

in the same spot.

Huh. Couldn't get a reading.

I got that used from

the highway department.

It doesn't pick up

anything under 55.

Under 55?

- How was that, Coach?

- Good, Doc.

You want to see my change-up

before you go?

No, no. I'm good.

Super. All right, we'll

stay with the heater.

Lance Romance.

Let me see your mitt.

Try this for a while.

I can't field with this.

Well, I hate to tell you, but

you ain't so hot with a glove, either.

Look, I want you to get

used to feeling the ball.

Loosen up those hands a little bit.

Okay, coach.

Go ahead, open it up.

It's a first baseman's mitt.

Yeah, that's what the guy at the

sporting goods store said it was.

I'm no first baseman. I'm an outfielder.

Been an outfielder all my life.

I know you're an outfielder, Pops.

I just think it might be

better for the team if we...

Hold on now.

I've been around a long time.

You don't have to give me

"the best thing for the team" speech.

I'll take it straight.

You're too old, you're too fat,

and you're too slow. Straight enough?

- Ah, that'll do it.

- But I like your bat.

And I need a leader on the field,

and I think you're my man. So, uh...

What do you say?

You want to give first base a shot?

Sure. I'm... If you think

that's best for the team.

Thanks, Pops.

Ok, so, "pure hitter"...

now, what's that mean?

See, I got these naturally

quick hands, you know?

Nioise.

I told you. We got Ranch, Italian,

Chunky Blue Cheese, which is 50 cents extra.

Do you have any

balsamic vinegar?

I got Ranch, Italian,

Chunky Blue Cheese.

Ok. You know what?

Forget the salad.

Bring me a gun, and I'll just

shoot myself, ok?

Pops, I was wondering...

You, uh... you ever

make it to The Show?

Came close once.

With the Red Sox organization.

It was in October.

A player got injured.

I got the call.

And I was on the plane flying into Boston

when a freak snowstorm hit.

We couldn't land.

Two days later, weather's fine,

so is the player.

- That was it?

- 20 years, professional baseball,

I circled The Show, couldn't land.

Windgate is what you'd

call a finesse pitcher...

moves the ball up and

down, in and out,

relies on control and savvy.

They time this kid's fastball

with an hourglass.

Anderson.

- Sacrifice him over.

- Sacrifice?

- Yeah. Bunt him over into scoring position.

- You're kidding me.

No, I'm not kidding you.

Lay one down.

Anderson drives one to left and deep.

Hey, get up, get out of here, gone!

And the Buzz lead this game 3-2.

Anderson!

I need to see you.

I'll put this sandwich to go,

bro, all right?

Yeah.

Pull up a chair.

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