Angels In The Outfield Page #5

Come on. We don't have all day.

- J.P. doesn't ride in cars.

- What's the problem? He gets carsick?

Sort of. He used to live

in a car with his mom.

He slept in the front curled up like a cat.

When he gets in, his stomachache comes back.

- I'll call you tomorrow.

- All right.

Thank you for the ride home.

He speaks?

- Hi. You guys have a good time?

- Hi.

- A blast!

- We won!

- Great.

- Where's Miguel?

- I bought him all sorts of stuff.

- Miguel got placed in a foster home this afternoon.

- He got placed?

- Miguel's gone?

Mm-hmm.

Where? With who?

A real nice family from Northridge.

I'm gonna miss him. I really liked Miguel.

I only have a license for short-term care.

- You know, Miguel's been here for six months.

- Seven.

Seven months! Right.

That's what happens, you know? I mean...

you understand that, Roger?

Oh, don't feel bad, Maggie.

I bet we'll see him again.

Maybe in court or something.

Oh, Roger.

God forbid.

Roger?

- What?

- Are you asleep?

If I was asleep,

how would I be talkin' to you?

"You could be “sleep-talking."

Look, I'll give a dime tomorrow

if you don't say another word.

Okay.

Roger?

You can forget that dime.

Do you think your parents

are gonna ever come get you?

I don't know.

Mom's not alive, but...

my dad's gonna come get me.

I'm sure of it.

You think my mom's

gonna ever come get me?

Maybe, you know.

It could happen.

Yeah... it could happen.

- Roger?

- What?

I'm happy you see the angels.

Me too.

Good night.

It's a beautiful day here in Anaheim...

as the resurgent Angels prepare to meet their

longtime nemesis, the Detroit Tigers...

who have won the first five

games of their western road trip.

They've been the hottest team in the

league for the last few weeks, Ranch.

Coming up next week, "Cap Night."

This will feature a totally white cap

with red pinstripes and the Angels' logo.

It's free for the first 50,000

fans entering Anaheim Stadium.

- I see an angel.

- Already?

I gotta go bathroom. I can't go alone.

Bad guys might get me.

You just came back from the bathroom.

- I've gotta go now. Sorry.

- Gimme your Coke.

Gimme the Crackerjacks. Stand up.

Go.

- What's up?

- We got an angel.

But the game hasn't started.

She was with Mel Clark.

Ah, impossible.

She was there. That means Mel

should start the game today.

- Mel's arm is gone.

- I don't care. He should start the game.

No way! Besides,

he's not even on the active roster.

If the angel pitches with

him, he'll be awesome.

You really do see something, don't you?

Yeah... I do.

Good. All right.

You're off injured reserve

and you're starting today.

You talkin' to me?

Yeah. So get your stuff together.

The starting pitcher announced

for this game was Dan Prince.

But just moments ago,

the Angels made a dramatic change...

and activated the long-injured Mel Clark.

League rules specify that up until the first

pitch is thrown, the roster can be altered,

although I can't ever remember

this happening so near game time.

Me either, Ranch.

Easy, Wally. Less is more.

These warm-ups should be interesting.

Over the plate, man!

Clark looks a little rusty.

Too much time in the whirlpool, Wally.

I'm checking to see...

if Dan Prince pulled a

muscle during his warm-up.

There must be some logical explanation as to

why Knox would make such a bizarre change.

I have personally checked the

stats, sports fans,

and Mel Clark hasn't started a game...

in this decade.

He looks mighty nervous out there.

Not as nervous as George Knox

Clark takes the sign.

- Talk about heat! Messmer felt that one.

- Ow!

Wow!

- What an amazing pitch!

- You damn... darn right.

Well, commit that to memory, Wally,

'cause he doesn't have

any more of those in him.

- An angel helped out on that one.

- Good.

Strike!

Strike!

Mel!

- Way to go!

- All right, Mel!

It's now the top of the ninth.

There are two outs. We've got a full count.

This could be the Tigers' last

chance to get back in this game.

One more.

I told you! I told you!

That's the game! The Angels win

one-nothing in a miracle shutout...

pitched by the veteran, Mel Clark.

How in the world did old

noodle-arm pull that off?

And who gets the credit?

George Knox.

George Knox.

We're down in the Angels' clubhouse

for a talk with manager George Knox.

What inspired you to start Mel?

A feeling. An instinct. A kind of faith.

A faith in what? Has Mel shown

this kind of power in practice?

Mel Clark has always shown himself

to be an extraordinary athlete.

The rest is about believing

in something or someone.

Now, when did you suddenly

start believing in Clark?

He's been sitting on the bench all season.

- I look for signs.

- It's good to win.

Sometimes they come

from unexpected places.

- Look, that's enough out of me for today.

- Uh-huh.

Talk to the star of the game.

Excuse me.

Something's going on.

Mel? You talk to us about the game?

Well, it...

it feels great to be a winner again.

- We won!

- Yeah. Three in a row.

Oh, I feel good!

- Yeah, me too!

- Me three!

I owe you guys.

Okay, anything you want.

You name it.

You got it.

All right. Let's play ball!

Yeah!

- Come on, let's go.

- Come on, let's go.

Slow and easy.

Keep your elbows up.

Here it comes.

Swing hard!

Great hit, J.P.!

Get it, Roger, get it! Get it!

- Yeah! All right!

- Roger, come on.

- You missed on purpose.

- All right, J.P.!

All right, who's next?

Let's give the kid over on the car a shot.

- What's your name?

- Marvin Vincent Archer.

- You play any ball before, Marvin?

- No, never played any ball.

Well, this is the perfect

time to learn. Come on.

- Watch the ball and when I say, "now", you swing.

- Stay sharp, Zack.

Just do exactly what I say.

Get ready to swing.

- Now! Oh! Oh!

- Go, Marvin! Run to first base!

Go, Marvin, go!

Yeah! Yeah! That's it!

- You stay on base and do just what I say.

- Okay.

- We got runners on first and second.

- Places now.

And look who's coming to bat... Babe Ruth.

Get ready.

Oh!

- Go, Marvin, go!

- Go, Marvin! Run home!

- Run home? Run home. Run home.

- Run home!

- Run home. Run home.

- Hey, Marvin, where you going?

Run home, run home, run home.

Hey, where's he goin'?

And what happened?

You told him to run home. He did.

That's cool.

You call that a call? You call that a call?

In all my years of baseball,

I have never seen such a...

Such an astute evaluation...

of a potentially difficult decision.

Masterful call.

Oh, have a nice day.

Fair ball!

Ow!

- Safe!

- Yeah!

Yahoo!

- Yeah!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

- Yes!

- There you go, pal.

- Thanks! All right.

- Oh, thanks, Mel.

- Hey, that's my ball.

- Oh, it's...

Unbelievable!

Get out of the way!

- You're outta here!

- Yeah!

No?

- Hey!

- ♪ Buy me some peanuts and Crackerjacks ♪

♪ I don't care if I never get back ♪

♪ For it's root, root,

root for the home team ♪

♪ If they don't win it's a shame ♪

♪ For it's one, two ♪

♪ Three strikes you're out

at the old ball game. ♪

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