Fever Pitch Page #9

I'm sorry.

I came here for a reason.

All right. Look. I love you, Lindsey.

And I think that we should

give this another chance.

- Did you hear me?

- Ben-

Oh- Look, look, look.

You finish your evening.

All right? I'll hang out here...

and when you're done with your date,

we'll get married.

I don't think so.

Hey. What are you saying?

I mean-

You know, you said

you wanted more.

I mean, this is as more as there is.

There is no more.

Yes. But this isnt you.

This is the other guy.

- What other guy?

- It's October.

They're one game from elimination.

You're becoming Winter Guy again.

I already know I like Winter Guy.

It's Summer Guy

that broke my heart.

Summer Guy is gone.

Yes, until summer.

- No, no, no. Look. Lindsey, I realize, like-

- Ben...

just too much has happened.

Oh.

All right.

Look, look. Uh-

When the whole baby thing happened,

I admit I froze.

All right. I thought of a million different

reasons why I shouldn't be a father.

But then I thought of

a reason why I should.

Because it would be ours.

You know, it's pieces of us.

And I got so excited.

I mean, like, I went, and I got

a whole bunch of Red Sox toys...

and a little

size-one Red Sox jersey...

like, for a player

to be named later.

I still have it for... whenever.

Ben, I just got so hurt.

Really hurt.

And sometimes...

when that happens-

something inside just shuts off.

I'm sorry.

- Oh. None for me.

- Oh, come on.

- Since when did you stop drinking?

- Yeah.

Since I... got pregnant.

- Molly.

- I knew it!

- You did not.

- Mm-hmm.

I told Lindsey. I said, "Her b*obs look engorged. "

Was Steve excited?

Are you kidding? He ran out

and bought him- her-

a little train engineer hat.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- They do that, don't they? Little hats-

- Hello. It's Chris!

- You gotta come with me.

- Molly's pregnant.

- Mr. Myerson just announced you got the promotion.

- Oh, God! Sorry.

- Oh, my God. Now my breasts are engorged.

- That was Lindsey. She got her promotion.

- He's waiting.

He's holding champagne. Everybody's got a glass.

I told him you're in the ladies' room.

Oh. Thank you. Okay.

Well-Wait. I gotta- I'm so sorry.

I gotta go.

Go, go.

- I gotta go.

- Guess what Chris is doing right now.

He's buying Ben's baseball tickets.

What?

Ben is selling Chris

his Red Sox tickets.

- Lindsey, please. Let's go!

- Wait. You mean, like, um, for today.

No. I mean, like, forever.

For 125,000, it better be forever.

Are you guys that rich?

Yeah.

Why don't you dress better?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait.

Ben- my Ben- is selling

his Red Sox seats?

To hell with the seats.

They're holding champagne.

Come on.

Let's go, Red Sox!

Let's go, Red Sox!

You know,

what youre doing is illegal.

That's right. Technically,

if you give up your tickets...

you're supposed to give 'em

to the Red Sox.

Hey. We're friends. Okay?

They'll still be in his name.

They'll mail them to him,

then he'll give them to me.

- Does the guy with the big squash always sit in front of you?

- He's new.

I don't know.

You want the tickets or not?

- Come on. Ow!

- Shame on you.

Your Uncle Carl saw

3,000 games from these seats.

He's gonna come back

and haunt you for this.

Speech!

Let's go. Come on.

Well, first,

thank you, Mr. Myerson.

Um-

The truth is I- I like it here.

I like this work.

I know what I'm doing

when I'm here.

I n fact, it's the only place...

where I know what I'm doing.

This is, uh, controllable.

It's safe.

Oh, my God.

He's selling

his Red Sox tickets for me.

What have I ever given up for anybody

that meant that much?

I'm sorry.

I know this seems crazy, but I gotta go.

You realize youre selling your seats for exactly

the same price they sold Babe Ruth for.

You said it yourself. Relationships come and go,

but the Red Sox are forever.

I want my sponges back.

- Would you be selling these tickets if we were winning?

- I bet you wouldn't.

We're never winning.

That's the point.

We're down three games

to nothing. It's 4-3.

They got Rivera warming up

in the bull pen. Look.

Designated hitter. Number 18.

John Olerud.

Look. If I keep these seats...

all I'll think about

every time I'm here is-

is what I gave up for them.

Excuse me.

Is there a ticket window somewhere?

- Sold out, sweetie. It's the play-offs.

- All right.

- Hey. Hey. You need tickets?

- Oh. You too.

No, no. I got tickets.

- We-Then why the sign?

- That's for the cops.

Everybody knows when you say

you need tickets, means you have tickets.

- Okay. I need a ticket.

- Calm down. I got two. 300 apiece.

- What?

- Hey. The only reason they're that cheap...

- is because it's the eighth inning.

- Fine.

- I'll take one.

- I can't split 'em up.

- Thank you.

- Hey, hey. You know what?

Since you only need the one ticket,

I'll buy the other one back for, like, 50 bucks.

Oh, okay.

That sounds good. Oops.

Enjoy the game.

Ben, how do you know she'll even take you back?

It's- It's not just for her, okay?

It's also for me, okay?

I gotta get my life in order.

Some perspective.

- Some balance.

- Hey. We've got a deal.

I'll buy your seats.

It's a real ticket.

Oh, it's a real ticket,

but you're at the wrong entrance.

- You're way over in center field.

- I just gotta get in for a minute-

- That's a ploy. I know it's a ploy. You're in center field.

- Fine.

Groundball to the right side.

A race to the bag.

Rivera is there.

And the Yankees are three defensive outs away

from the World Series.

Into the ninth.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Ooh. Sorry.

- Excuse me.

- Watch it.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- Can I borrow these for a second? Thank you.

- Yeah.

Sure.

No.

Why don't you have

a cell phone, you idiot?

Sign by the red tab.

Initial by the yellow tabs.

What are you buying, the stadium?

Look at that thing.

Floyd the Barber, we're not in Mayberry, okay?

Thank you.

Hey. Down in front.

Come on, sweetie.

Hold your horses, buddy.

Robin. Wait. No.

I can't talk right now.

Listen. I just need

Chris's cell phone number.

That's odd.

You're having a stroke.

Good.

I don't want to talk now.

I'm at the ball game.

Chris!

Damn it!

Ben, come on.

- Don't do it.

- This is crazy.

Think about it, Ben.

Check's all made out.

I'll invite you to

some of the games.

I'm sorry, Uncle Carl.

Another idiot.

Hold it. Hold it.

Don, I hate to interrupt, but something

is happening in center field.

This young lady jumped out of centerfield.

No. No. The TV.

Give her a little credit.

She's pretty impressive.

She took her heels off.

Pretty good-looking too.

Go on!

You see that?

She just grabbed Johnny Damon's butt.

Oh, cool!

Hey!

Ben!

- Lindsey.

- Ben!

Ben. Ben!

What are you doing?

You're gonna get arrested.

- Don't sell your tickets, okay?

- That's why you ran across the whole field?

- Yes. To stop you.

- What?

- You're out of here.

- Just give me a second, okay? Just give me a second. Please!

You gotta tell me. Wait.

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