Rookie of the Year Page #3

Stinky! Lipburger!

[chanting] Rocket! Rocket! Rocket!

[cheering]

-Woah!

-Yes! We got it! Yes! Yes!

[chanting] Throw it back! Throw it back!

-Wait a sec! This game is on cable! Here.

-Sure, I'll throw it and get harrassed. Here Henry, you throw it!

Okay. Here goes!

[rubber band sounds]

Oh my god.

-Safe!

-Did you see that? Woah!

Somebody just threw a frozen rope from the bleachers to home point!

That's gotta be 435 feet.

Durkin! Bring me that arm!

-Hey kid! Hey!

-What the hell was that?

Huh? I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! My tendons! They're too tight!

-What's your name, kid?

-Henry.

-Shut up George!

-You trying to show me up, Henry?

-No! Come on guys, let's get out of here!

-He'd kill you.

-Thanks.

I just figured out why the Cubs lose every year.

They got more talent in the stand than they do in the field.

Who threw that?

-Did you find him?

-Oh, no, he left already.

-Well, did you get a name?

-Henry. But... but... nobody in the bleachers...

-Henry what? How are we gonna find him?

-Sir. This Henry is just a child.

-What do you mean a child, what... What do you mean a child?

-He's a child. He's a short, little, young person,

he's 10-11 years old!

Take this business very seriously! If you are joking,

I swear you're gonna end up selling weiners! In the nose bleed section!

-Not joking, sir. Really, this Henry's just a kid.

-Kid?... Kid? Excellent. Find him.

-Rowengartner checks the runners. And the pitch.

-[car honks] Hi, honey!

-Mom, watch this!

-Wait! [screaming]

[glass breaks]

Gosh Henry! You could play for the Cubs!

It's incredible! A real child with the Cubs? He's gonna be thrilled!

Thank you Mr. Fisher!

-I am worried about Henry. This arm thing is weird!

-This arm thing is fantastic! Cheers.

-What's with you?

-Nothing.

[door bell]

[panting]

-Hello son. I'm looking for Henry Rule-inverter.

-Henry Rowengarter?

-Yeah. Is he here?

-I'm Henry.

-I must be looking for your father.

-My dad?

[car honks] Woo! Yoo! Hey, ho! Here we go, here we go!

Sorry I'm late.

Salmart Miller, right? Jack Bradfield. I am a huge, huge fan.

Come here Henry.

Henry, this is Salmart Miller, the manager of the Chicago Cubs.

[gasp]

And this is Henry Rowengartner. The next Nolan Ryan!

[rubber band sounds]

Holy Christmas! Who is this kid?

-Jack. He is a golden goose.

-This kid's incredible!

-Just a think of the possibilities, Jack! A 12 year old kid

playing in the major leagues!

-Yeah, I know.

-Wow!

-You are going to be his manager.

-And managers, Jack, get 10%.

-10%?

One more.

-All we gotta do is get the contract signed.

-Well that's no problem.

-Hey kid! How would you like to pitch for the Chicago Cubs?

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