For Love of the Game
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[ Woman On P.A.] The captain has
turned on the "fasten seat belt" sign...
and we will be
departing shortly.
[ Man ] Your shoulder flaring? Nope.
- You winced.
- I didn't wince.
You grimaced.
My shoulder
doesn't hurt, Gus.
[ Beeping ]
How long has it
been hurting?
Perry wants me
to start tomorrow.
You gotta be kidding.
You're not doin' it.
No way.
It's the end
of a shitty season.
[ Sighs ]
I'm gonna go talk to Perry.
Sit down.
Sit down. Relax.
Sir, your drink.
Hi.
Thank you. It's a throwaway,
Billy. It means nothing.
Not to the Red Sox.
If I see you wince
even one time-
Oh, God!
[ Chuckles ]
I've-
I've got the ugliest wife
in the league.
That hurts.
It hurt my feeling.
[ Sighs ]
Buckle your seat belt.
Summer wind
Came blowin'in
From across the sea
[ Man ] Are we expecting
Miss Aubrey this evening?
[ Continues ]
We are.
What name am I registered
under? Mike Nelson.
The Sea Hunt fella, you know. All right.
Tell the desk that I don't wanna
talk to anybody except her, all right?
Mm-hmm.
And, Fitch, tonight,
everything
has to be perfect.
Have I ever let you down,
Mr. Chapel?
Two sweethearts
And the summer wind
Like painted kites
Those days and nights
They went flying by
The world was new
Beneath a blue
Umbrella sky
This is Mr. Chapel.
Have there been any messages?
No?
Thanks.
Hi, this is Jane.
beep and I'll get back to you.
Thanks a lot. Bye-bye. [ Beeps ]
jane, it's Billy. I'm worried
now, so... please call.
Are you there?
[ TV Continues,
Indistinct ]
[ Groans ]
[ knocking On Door ]
jesus. I've been
bangin' out here forever.
What the hell
happened to you?
You weren't at the gym.
Is Jane here?
No.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, Jesus.
Oh. Hmm.
[ knocking On Door ]
Chap, you know, a lot of little
bottles makes a big bottle.
Hey. Hey, that could be her.
Gus, do me a favor, huh?
Get the door!
All right.
Throw some water on your hair. It
might look like you took a shower.
[ Door Opens ]
No, not at all.
He's in the bathroom
back there.
Mr. Wheeler. Good mornin',
Billy. Got a minute?
Yeah, sure.
It's not easy
to get up here.
They treat me right. They
didn't have you on the register.
I can't remember all your
names. Price of fame, huh?
Can I
- Can I get you something? No, no, no, no.
Let's just sit.
Yeah.
It's been a rough season.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah.
Always next year.
Not for me.
It's one of those secrets
everybody knows.
What you don't know
is it's offiicial.
Billy, I sold the Tigers.
Well, that's, uh, great.
Is it?
Yeah.
Billy, you've been the
heart and soul of this team.
Like family.
All the negotiations,
the bastards never said a word.
Said what?
They want to trade you
to the Giants.
Wow.
Is-Is that why
you're here?
No.
I don't know how
to say this.
You know, I've been
watching you for 18 years.
[ Sighs ]
Nothing-
Nothing has given me
more pleasure.
You're like the old boys.
They were golden.
They had that special pride.
When they were done,
they were done.
Nobody had to show them
the door.
Are you saying
I should retire?
Why not? It wouldn't
hurt the negotiations,
and it would serve
those sons of b*tches right.
I, uh-
I don't know.
I don't know what to say.
Well, you know, you can't tell
me you haven't thought about it.
And you've been smart with
money, right? Right? Yeah.
I've always been
a Tiger.
I know, son.
That's why
this is killing me.
You know, my dad bought
this team when I was seven.
I grew up
watching the Tigers.
I was gonna leave the team to my kids,
but they don't even like baseball.
Everything's changed,
Billy.
The players, the fans,
TV rights, arbitrations.
It isn't the same.
The game stinks.
And I-
I can't be
a part of it anymore.
[ Sighs ]
Well-
Billy, you want me
to, um-
No.
Hello. Jane!
Where are you?
You're downstairs?
No! Just stay there,
all right?
just stay where you're at.
I'm on my way down.
you want me to tell 'em, Billy?
Look, I-
I need more time, all right?
The game doesn't stink,
Mr. Wheeler.
It's a great game.
Billy, what's up?
I tried to get her
in a cab, Mr. Chapel,
but she said she wanted to
- just go up and walk up in Central Park.
Go easy on our boys
today, Billy.
Jane?
jane?
Why didn't you wait?
[ Sniffles ]
Are you crying?
[ Sighs ]
What's the matter?
They didn't have any Kleenex in
the hotel bathroom. [ Sniffles ]
What's going on, Jane?
I've been sitting in the lobby
for the last two hours.
Doing what?
I'm sorry I didn't call
last night, you know.
I could tell that your voice
If something's wrong, just
say it, Jane. I mean, we don't-
We never had to fake it.
I'm leaving.
I'm going to London.
London?
There's a job, a good job.
An editor's position.
And-
I've been trying to fiigure out
a way to tell you,
but everything sounds so-
What can I say?
I mean, tell me what to say.
I can't tell you, Billy.
It's all right.
I knew it.
From the day I fiirst met
I've always known... you
don't need me. Knew what?
You and the ball and the
diamond, you're perfect.
You can win or lose the game
all by yourself.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
me, Jane, after the game.
We'll go to Mario's.
I have a 6:
00 plane.They wanted me there
a week ago when you called,
and I wanted to see you.
I wanted to say good-bye.
Good-bye, Billy.
[ Rock ]
New York and to Yankee Stadium...
on a crisp and glorious
fall afternoon,
where the Yankees try to win the
divisional title against the Detroit Tigers.
Hi, everybody. I'm Vin
Scully along with Steve Lyons,
and welcome to our fiinal
telecast of the regular season.
You can smell the fall. The World Series
is just around the corner here in New York.
[ Lyons ] On paper, today's
game seems easy enough, Vin.
First place team takes an easy
game from the last place team.
But nothing's ever easy.
Mr. Chapel?
Hey. Ken Strout.
I was your batboy
a long time ago.
My dad was a Tiger.
joe Strout. I remember. [ Chuckles ]
How's he doin'?
Good. He and Ma are livin'
down in Florida now.
He doesn't move around too
easy, though. He's got bad knees.
You know,
a little arthritis.
What, are you playin' today?
No, I don't think so.
They just called me up.
Good. Well, good luck to you. Thanks.
And give your dad my best.
He was a... great player.
Oh, thanks.
I'll tell him.
[ Man On Radio ] Live from
Yankee Stadium in New York,
it's
New York Yankees baseball!
Today on the next
to last day of the year,
the Yankees have a chance
to clinch the pennant.
To do it, they'll have to beat
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