The Outfield Page #2
Oh, well,
right this way, please.
Watch your step over
our little helper friend here.
It's kind of a charity thing.
We do a lot of that here at
Austin York's Batting Bonanza.
Right this way.
So we have Jack Sanders here,
all-star,
hitting in this cage if Ackerman
would just load the machine!
Cage three, right?
Yes.
Uh, 40 bucks.
There's no student discount?
Let me guess, Oak Lawn?
Uh, how'd you know?
Platinum is the card of choice
among Peoria's elite.
Shoot. We left
the bats in the cage.
What's so funny?
It's easy to do
when you're used to people
picking up after you.
Excuse me?
He dies, by the way, Gatsby.
At the end of the book,
Wilson mistakes him
for Tom and shoots him.
I know. I saw the movie too.
Hey, there he is,
- Coach Schoffman.
- Hey.
Take a load off, son.
I didn't realize
you were in town, sir.
Yeah. I'm taking a look
at a couple of... thank you...
a couple of juniors
over at East.
Do you know Greg Sanford
and Doug Millan?
- Hey, Jackie.
- Hey, Dad.
Played against Sanford
in the Final Four last year.
So how are things going?
Really good. Just, you know,
working on my swing.
Oh, well, you know,
is one of the best
in the game...
that is, of course,
if you sign with us.
But no pressure.
Well, I got a lot of homework
get started on.
All right, all right.
Well, it's always good
to see you, kid.
You too, sir.
- Night, bud.
- Night, Dad.
Oh.
Oh, I remember
when your mom took this.
How is she?
Have you heard from her lately?
She doesn't exactly keep
us apprised of her movements.
Of course, right.
Sit down. Sit.
Where are my cleats?
Guys, Dad...
where are my cleats?
Joey, Tommy...
I need...
Get out of the way.
I don't know
where your cleats are.
I need to find my cleats.
- I don't know where they are!
- I don't know, man!
- Frankie.
- Ah.
Joey, you all set for Thursday?
This iron has seen better days.
Mom, it's okay. Mom. Mom.
Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- What time's the game?
- 12:
30.All right.
Why don't you boys
stop by the diner afterwards
and I'll fix you
something to eat?
Sounds good, Ma.
Hey, Einstein.
Hey, he's a ballplayer.
Oh, excuse me.
Mr. Mantle, don't forget.
You got obligations
after the game.
What kind of obligations?
He's a big boy now.
Don't worry so much.
I just have to drive
them somewhere.
It's nothing big.
All right. Thanks.
Found 'em.
- Hey, Jack. Can we talk?
- Uh, not now, Dad.
Shh. All right, I'm hiding.
Why's your door locked?
Jack?
Hey, Dad. What's up?
Why are you so sweaty?
Oh, you know, I was just, uh...
cleaning.
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