The Sandlot: Heading Home

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[Man Narrating]

Babe Ruth, Ty Cobb, Lou Gehrig...

Hank Aaron, Mickey Mantle...

Al Kaline, Carl Yastrzemski...

Pete Rose, Barry Bonds,

Cal Ripken and a handful more...

are all considered

to be the greatest hitters...

in baseball's celebrated history.

But this list would not be complete

without one name in particular.

Tommy Santa Santorelli.

In the middle of his 19th

and recently announced final season...

Tommy has been named

to 11 all-star teams...

broken dozens of records,

and seems destined for Cooperstown.

That is, if his ego

doesn't get in the way.

From humble beginnings,

Tommy Santorelli and his mother, Sara...

moved to Southern California

the summer Tommy turned 13.

It was there that Tommy

began playing sandlot ball...

and let's just say he's always

had a talent for the game.

It was with that July 4, 1976 catch...

that Tommy single-handedly

won the all-city championship.

Unfortunately, shortly thereafter...

Tommy's mother lost

a courageous battle with cancer...

and a local benefactor sent him...

to the legendary Baseball Academy

St. Agnus Preparatory School.

It was there that he coined

his own nickname...Santa.

His explanation? Simple. It was a gift

for anyone to watch him play.

The loss of his mother

affected him deeply, and some see this...

as the reason for Tommy's

lack of loyalty to the list...

of major league teams

he's been a part of.

Finishing his career where it started...

in his hometown of Los Angeles...

Tommy signed a three-year,

multi-million-dollar deal...

with the Dodgers.

Though Tommy's numbers

have been strong...

the Dodgers have suffered

their worst losing streak in years.

- [All Groan]

- Famed Dodger manager

Benny Rodriguez explains:

Problem is, guys like Tommy

don't play for the love of the game...

and that translates

to the rest of the guys.

If the top earner don't care,

why should they?

Now, these kids...

They played because

they loved playing. That's it.

No... No money, no agents.

[Chuckles]

No complaining.

Just the pure love of the game.

[Sighs] But ballplayers like them

don't exist anymore.

In fact, the old sandlot

doesn't even exist.

But, yeah, they got it.

Now, I've known Tommy

since he was a kid.

We grew up

in the same town, and...

I don't know, maybe it's

'cause I'm older than him.

But, uh, the sad thing is...

I could always tell...

he never got it.

What do I know?

I'm just an old, washed-up

manager now anyhow.

Let's get some dirt

on those uniforms, huh?

[Woman] So what do you think

went wrong today, Santa?

What are you askin' me for?

I went three for four.

- Homered in the sixth,

in case you didn't see that.

- Yeah, but you lost.

- No, sweetie. They lost.

- Did you just call me sweetie?

Listen, I'm just trying

to be friendly, sweetie.

Look. If these guys want to play

like a bunch of losers...

there's nothing I can do

to stop 'em, okay?

So, Tommy, with this being

your last season...

you must be looking back

on your career a little bit.

- Some say you're getting out

before the hammer falls.

- What?

Any regrets?

- Nope. None.

- Really?

What about that tell-all book

written by your ex-fiance, Judy Kroll...

Sweetie?

Tommy, come on.

What do you have to...

Oh, it's a great day for baseball.

Yeah, and one of the last.

And I'll tell you what, boys.

When Santa's gone, party's over.

You better cherish these days

while they're here.

He's in a talkative mood today.

Yeah. Probably 'cause

he's not under oath.

Yo, 26, what gives?

Uh, it's for the July 4

fireworks next week.

That's next week.

What are they doin' in my yard today?

I don't know.

That's just what I was told.

You know, I've been comin' here

early for three years...

so this diva can have B.P.

All to himself...

- and he doesn't even know my name.

- Consider yourself lucky.

At least you're on

a first-number basis with him.

- Right.

- Yeah, they wanna see some fireworks?

I'll show 'em some fireworks.

Been workin' on that new pitch

we talked about?

What new pitch?

It's called a strike.

And Santa takes that

to the North Pole.

All right.

So on the big night,

when I say "now"...

I want you to light it up

right here, okay?

Hey, Lou.

- You understand me, right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bud.

- I'm just watching out for incoming.

- Okay.

You got a problem

with your breakin' stuff, kid.

- Yeah? What's that?

- It don't break.

- Excuse me?

- You're excused. Bring it.

You understand me, right?

On the big night, when I say "now"...

- I want you to light it up. Okay?

- What, now?

- Now.

- Now?

- When I say "now," Lou.

- Now?

Lou, your head's like cement.

Now is now.

- What do you mean, now?

- Now.

Okay, now. Whoo!

Lou! Not "now," now.

Pull it out.

- Pull it out!

- What do you mean, pull it out?

You said light it.

- Run!

- [Screams]

[Boy]

How far did he skid?

[Boy #2]

Pace it off, Q.

Four, five, six, seven, eight...

he looks bad.

- We should do something.

- Yeah, kick him. See if he's fakin' it.

- Kick him? What, are you nuts?

- "Nuts"? Good idea.

Kick in the family jewels,

excellent fake breaker.

- [Boy #2] That should wake him up.

- Bad idea on many levels.

As a medical procedure,

I think kicking...

is way down on the list

of any prescribed remedies.

- Got any better ideas, Q?

- Slap in the face?

Bucket of water.

That always works.

My mom says you should

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