Trouble with the Curve Page #3

of ideas. Telling him we need new blood.

Young new blood.

Yeah. Phillip doesn't have a lick of sense,

they're gonna find that out sooner or later.

- They're worried about Billy Clark.

- Don't worry about Billy.

He can hit. He just needs

to see his mama, that's all.

In fact, I put in some paperwork already

to have his folks come down and see him.

I can't do that.

You want him to hit?

Do it.

You know the game better than most...

and I'll always go to bat for you.

I just want to make sure you're up for it.

Want something to eat?

How's Mickey?

Good.

Good. They're gonna make her a partner

in her firm, at least she thinks.

Tell her I said hey.

Yeah.

- Richard.

- No, I'm not.

- Yeah, he tagged you.

- Come on, guys.

All right, look out. A-Rod's up.

This'll be an easy out, guys. Easy out.

Oh, really? Then who are you gonna be?

Josh Beckett.

I'm gonna throw at your A-Rod head.

- We'll see about that.

- Outfielders, move in.

- Hey, batter, batter.

- Hey, batter, batter.

Beckett winds and delivers.

He comes with a nasty slider

that A-Rod just barely gets a piece of.

A-Rod's in the type of slump he couldn't

hit the beach with a beach ball.

Here comes the oh-one.

A-Rod lines a shot to center.

The outfielder can't make the play.

The ball goes under his glove,

rolling all the way to the wall.

He's rounding third, gonna try to make it

home. Here comes the throw at the plate.

Safe! Safe! He beat the tag!

The Yankees win the game!

I do not believe it!

The Yankees win the game!

What a weirdo.

- Yeah, okay.

- Dork.

It'd help if you wouldn't fidget.

Well, if I wasn't blind, I would be after

having that light stuck in my eye.

You see anything in there,

other than open space?

I'm afraid I do.

I'm not sure, but there are indications

of macular degeneration...

or maybe glaucoma.

Or maybe nothing.

Well, let's find out. We'll get you

an appointment with a specialist.

No, no. No appointments.

- I haven't got time. I've got the season.

- Well, you better make time.

Look, Lloyd, let's just pretend

I wasn't even in here.

Oh, God.

Blues with a feeling

That's what I have.

How's it going, Gus?

Crap, Jimmy. Absolute crap.

- How about a game of Keno, Gus?

- I don't think so.

- Come on, one game.

- I said, I don't think so.

That means no, goddamn it.

Okay, okay. What crawled up your ass?

Old age.

I just want to see where this goes.

So do I.

Then step up.

Can we agree on being exclusive?

See what happens.

Just see where it goes.

Mickey, I don't mean to be pushy, but...

we're perfect together.

Friends, lawyers.

If you look at it on paper,

it makes perfect sense.

I mean, a no-hitter.

Jurrjens was awesome.

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