Cobb
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 128 min
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Ty Cobb in his Detroit Tigers uniform...
"the Georgia Peach. "
Note the smug expression
and the haunting set of eyes.
These disturbing eyes can be
seen in the earliest photo
Here, we see the famous swing
of the great Ty Cobb.
Turn the clock back
to the beginning of the century...
when America first embraced baseball...
and the exchanging of the ground rules
became a pre-game ritual...
that survives to this day.
At that time, professional baseball
was a casual game...
with a circus atmosphere.
Baseball players were often clowns...
and pre-game antics
took on the flavor of vaudeville.
But young Ty Cobb
would have none of that.
He turned the game into war...
and in the process,
invented the modern game as we know it.
Here, we see him running
over a first sacker on a drag bunt:
a play he perfected.
The aggressive, attacking game
was virtually Cobb's invention.
Infielders and catchers often bled
from his spikes.
Cobb would fight any man on or off
the field at the drop of a hat.
Batting champion 12 times...
he averaged over .300
for 23 consecutive years...
and averaged over .400
for a five-year stretch.
His lifetime batting average of .367...
has never been seriously approached.
in American history...
movie stars and presidents
all sought his company.
Here Cobb poses with his great archrival...
the legendary Babe Ruth.
Here we see Cobb
with one of his five children:
Here, he poses with some kids
from the neighborhood.
And, here, he shows his son
his curious hands-apart grip.
Though he was unable to teach
his flaming, competitive heart.
Charged with fixing games in 1926...
Cobb was roundly supported
by the children of America...
who came to the great batsman's defense.
The supposed scandal proved to be
much ado about nothing...
when baseball commissioner Judge Landis
fully acquitted the Georgia Peach...
of all wrongdoing.
...that is the very backbone
of America itself.
Near the end of his career...
Cobb joined the Philadelphia Athletics,
and at the age of 41...
he batted .323 and retired shortly
thereafter, telling the world:
"If a man can't hit better than that,
he ought to quit. "
Ty Cobb dominated the game
as no man ever had.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen...
what a ballplayer!
Hey, Stump.
Stumpy!
Gentlemen.
Get over here. We've got to settle this.
Stump! Come on!
Congrats, Al.
Four pieces in national magazines
this month.
Five.
You're the man, Stumpy.
Stumpy, 3:
45, you're late.Where have you been?
Stumpy, best fighter, pound for pound?
Joe Louis, a champ for 11 years.
Walker Smith, Jr.
better known to you dilettantes...
as Sugar Ray Robinson.
For Christ's sake, retired undefeated...
Henry Armstrong held three titles
at the same time.
No other fighter...
We call ourselves writers,
and all we do is watch ball games...
argue about everything,
and just get drunk a lot.
- You call that writing?
- Yeah!
Besides, Alan here
is writing a serious novel, aren't you?
Well, I haven't started yet,
but I'm going to.
- I've been very busy-
- By the end of the century...
You're pathetic!
The only reason you write is for a paycheck.
Besides, greatest fighter,
Harry Greb, 294 fights, no contest.
The guy killed everybody.
My ass! He couldn't beat Harry Belafonte.
Belafonte, best singer, male.
- Elvis.
- Perry Como.
Three words! Francis Albert Sinatra.
What about Nat "King" Cole?
Best king. I've got Henry VIII...
who started a new religion
and had six wives-
King James had a Bible named after him.
Stump! The phone!
- King, Bible-
- King David.
King David, best Jew.
Best king? King Kong!
Best monkey.
Who? Who?
Yes, sir, I certainly would.
Yes, sir, I can.
Yes, sir. Fine, thank you.
Cobb wants to see me.
- Cobb who?
- Ty Cobb. How many Cobbs do you know?
Cobb? But Cobb is dead.
Not yet, he ain't.
And he wants to tell me the real story
of his life before he croaks.
That was Ty Cobb on the phone right there?
Stumpy, he's crazy, he's meshuga.
Stumpy, listen to me.
You've got to be careful with Cobb.
Come on, the guy's over 70.
Besides, he wants to see me.
Cobb wants to see me!
Greatest ballplayer of all time.
- Ty Cobb!
- Ty Cobb!
- Ty Cobb.
- I like Ruth.
- Ruth?
- Babe Ruth.
Ever heard of him?
Cobb owned property all over the country.
Of late, he had been
staying in his hunting lodge...
at Lake Tahoe in the Sierra Nevada.
Stories of Cobb sharpening his spikes
before a game were as familiar as...
George Washington and his cherry tree...
or Teddy Roosevelt
charging up San Juan Hill.
I also knew his reputation
for being difficult
at best, psychotic at worst.
By his own admission,
he set out to hurt his opponents.
In one season alone,
he sent 12 men to the hospital.
Bullshit! Go ahead and quit then, Willie!
Go ahead and quit!
Get the hell out of here!
Now, Mr. Cobb, you racist! F*** you!
You ain't no greatest baseball player!
My ass plays better baseball than you!
I'm out of here! You ain't got to tell me.
Now, f*** you, Mr. Cobb!
I have too much dignity to spend
another moment with you.
I hope you die before the sun comes up,
and may you rot in hell!
Excuse me. Who are you?
I'm the writer.
You mean, he actually found someone
to take the job?
Write all you've got...
Yankee Doodle Dandy on his ass.
I'm out of here.
I've never seen nobody like that before.
Go on!
You'll never last a day
with that old bastard!
Talking about
"he's the greatest player of all time. "
My ass play better baseball than him!
I'm out of here.
I'm never gonna work for you no more!
Don't ask me to come back!
I'm free, and I'm glad to be out of here.
This is America, you old motherf***er!
Freedom!
This is the land of "Oh, say can you see. "
Kiss my ass with a...
Mr. Cobb?
- Mr. Cobb?
- Where's that sportswriter at?
Mr. Cobb?
Hello, Mr. Cobb.
Thank you very much, Mr. Cobb,
but I don't need this job that bad.
Yes, Mr. Stump,
you do need this job that bad.
Now, come on in here
and meet the great Ty Cobb!
Oh, man, he's nuts.
Don't let him get you.
I won't hurt you. Come on.
I won't hurt you.
Come on in here.
On the violin, Fritz Kreisler.
I'm also a great admirer of yours.
Thank you.
You are a hopeless romantic...
and only a moderate success, however.
Sir, I'm the highest-paid sportswriter
in America...
and not merely a "moderate success. "
Of course.
Hand me those green and white pills
right there, please.
That is an invitation
to a testimonial dinner...
at the Baseball Hall of Fame
in Cooperstown, New York.
Young man, you're gonna take me there.
When is it?
In a few weeks.
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