The Phenom Page #5

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- Come on.

- And you are telling jokes right now?

- Come now, Hooper, it's only baseball.

- I just...

That's the dumbest thing you've ever said.

It's not just baseball.

You know what? I wanna go home.

You're hurting my feelings.

You really need to toughen up.

- No, I don't.

- Yeah, you do.

No, I don't need to toughen up,

because that's a stupid goal.

Survival of the fittest.

Yeah, it's called Social Darwinism.

And you are scared that if you can't

throw a ball perfectly, then you...

And you think everybody's nice.

Okay, well, that's not how it works.

Everybody is using everybody

all the time. Period.

- You using me?

- Yes, I'm using you.

Of course, I'm using you.

You're using me. That's how it works.

You are a cute little odd ball

that I pass my time with.

You think because

you can throw a baseball,

that you are special

in some kind of real/non-secular way.

- Non-secular, what do you mean by that?

- Well, it doesn't.

Worshiping these false American idols,

and people just buying into

this Harry Potter Syndrome,

like wanting to have a f***ing

lightning bolt on their forehead,

do you really believe in any of that?

Because nobody is more special

than anybody else.

I mean like, duh and...

You know what? I really wanna go.

How's your arm?

It's fine.

Got some new ink.

Yeah, I was bored.

Must have hurt getting it that dark, huh?

Pain is just weakness...

...leaving the body, yeah, I know.

Have you grown at all?

I don't think you've grown even a little

bit in the year since I've seen you.

Inch and a half.

You haven't grown

an inch and a half. Bullshit.

Look at you. You're thin like a reed.

You don't have any muscle on you at all.

You know the market's got

the undetectable steroids again.

You might wanna check that out.

How's... How's the great Coach Eddie, huh?

He still think he's got all the answers

'cause he had a cup of coffee at the Majors?

Hm? Didn't have what it takes to stick

so he's been sticking it

to everybody else since, right?

He had what it takes.

Batted 307 before he got injured.

Yeah. Running into a wall.

That's a brainy baby for ya.

Now he's got a job working in a school,

getting paid diddly squat.

That's a loser's game.

And he plays it 'cause he likes losing.

Like the...

freaks on the block who get their kicks

while getting banged around.

No, thank you.

You tell him I say hi.

All right, fine.

Well, you got here just in time.

Who's playing?

F*** that. You got here

just in time to get me a beer.

Take the edge off.

Appreciate it.

- Is Mom home?

- Why, you wanna cry to her?

No, just wondering

if she got home from work yet.

- You know.

- Hey, sit down.

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