The Sandlot Page #3

Bertram Grover Weeks,

Kenny DeNunez

and Hamilton Porter.

We call him Ham.

Guys, this is Scott Smalls.

Hi.

Yeah, um, well, he's gonna play with us

'cause he makes nine.

Now we've got a whole team. We're

wasting time. Let's go to the sandlot.

- Benny, it's 9:
00 in the morning.

- It's 9:
00.

- Why'd you bring him, Benny?

- 'Cause there's eight of us,

and he makes nine.

- Why'd you bring him, Benny?

- 'Cause there's eight of us,

and he makes nine.

Yeah, yeah, so would my sister,

but I didn't bring her.

With nine guys we've got

a whole team, Yeah-Yeah.

No. With Elswenger

we had a whole team.

- Elswenger could catch.

- And throw.

Come on, Benny, man.

He ain't game.

- You saw the way he threw.

- Yeah.

You already fill up all

the empty positions since

Elswenger moved to Arizona.

Right. And now I get to rotate

eight positions instead of seven.

- I need the practice, guys.

- You're the best on the team.

You don't need any practice.

- No, you don't.

- You're the best, man.

Come on, Benny, man.

The kid is...

a L-7 weenie.

Yeah, yeah.

Oscar Mayer even. Foot-long!

- Dodger dog! A weenie!

- [Boys Laughing]

What are you laughing at, Yeah-Yeah?

You run like a duck.

Okay, okay, but I'm... I'm...

- Part of the game, right?

- Mmm, yeah.

Now, how come

he don't get to be?

- 'Cause he's a geek, man.

- He can't catch.

Man, base up,

you blockheads.

Smalls, you take

left center, okay?

Okay. Um, where

exactly is that?

It's over there, man.

Here?

That's left.

I said left center.

Okay. Right.

Here?

Come on, Benny, man.

He's never gonna catch the ball anyway.

Let's just play.

- What a jerk.

- Yeah-Yeah, get two.

Come on!

Throw it in here, Bertram!

- Nice.

- Wow!

Good job!

- Hey, Smalls, throw it to second.

- Okay.

[Gasps]

- Come on, Benny.

He's never gonna catch it.

- He's not gonna catch it.

[Grunting]

Oh! I told you, Benny.

We told you.

[Dog Growling]

Come on, Benny.

Why'd you do that?

A square, Benny.

The kid's a square.

[Growling Continues]

Come on. Throw it in.

What the hell's he doing?

I don't believe this.

Here. Sorry. Sorry.

You can throw it, you know.

No.

I can't.

I don't know how.

Thanks for taking me here,

but I think I'd better go.

Hey, hey.

You think too much.

I bet you get straight A's

and sh*t, huh?

No, I got a "B" once.

Actually an A-minus.

But it should've been a "B."

Man, this is baseball.

You gotta stop thinking.

You just have fun.

I mean, if you were having fun,

you would've caught that ball.

You ever have

a paper route?

I helped a guy once.

Okay. Well, chuck it like

you would throw a paper.

When your arm gets here,

just let go.

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