For Love of the Game Page #4
you take the sign off the door.
Okay, thanks.
What's this, a souvenir?
[ Chuckles ]
It's my number.
Billy, you don't have
to give me this.
I know I don't have to do this,
but, um, I wanted to.
When will you be back?
I already checked.
Four weeks from Thursday
I'll be back in New York.
So, uh...
that Thursday night?
Meet me in the bar
downstairs at 10:00, okay?
I'll be there
waitin' for you.
If you don't show up,
that bar, it'll ruin this.
Well, then I guess
I'll just have to show up.
I'm serious.
I'll be there, Jane,
okay?
Okay, Billy Chapel.
[ Chanting ] Birch! Birch!
Birch! Birch! Birch! Birch!
Birch, baby! Kiss that
b*tch good-bye! Take it over!
Clear the mechanism.
[ No Audio ]
You look old, Davis.
Are we that old?
Strike one! [ Scully
] And the fastball...
sinks at the knees, picks up the
corner, and the count 0 and 1.
Don't smile at me, Davis.
I hate that.
[ Scully ] It was a sad day
in Detroit when Gary Wheeler,
somewhat beleaguered franchise,
was forced to trade Davis Birch,
who was a free agent.
Detroit could not come up
with his monetary demands,
and the Yankees were waiting
with open arms and an open wallet.
It was your team too.
I mean, how much money
we gotta make?
You want to see my team?
[ kisha ] You kids go and
play. That's my team over there.
You got it.
I'll be out in a second, okay?
Billy, are you
- are you gonna just sit there and mope or are you gonna help?
I ain't carrying no books.
Where's the pillows?
[ Chapel ]
You're the best, kiddo.
The best around.
The worthy opponent.
[ Scully ] The 0-1 pitch. And the
bottom just drops out of it. Strike two.
[ Lyons ] Look at Birch
starin' out at Billy Chapel.
They're sayin', "Where's
He never had that curveball
when we played together. "
It don't happen that often,
but I got you mixed up, don't I?
You're guessin' now, aren't
you? [ Throwing Ball Into Glove ]
Well, here's your fastball...
right down the pipe,
just so you don't walk away thinking
I was afraid to give it to you.
Strike!
[ Scully ] Fastball runs on the
inside corner. Strike three called.
- Jesus, Birch, I could've hit that.
- So Billy Chapel, all business,
taking care of Birch
on three pitches.
Kenny Howell will follow.
[ Jane's Voice ]
If you don't show up,
that bar, it'll ruin this.
[ Woman Singing,
Indistinct ]
[ Honking ]
[ Man ]
Cab, Mr. Chapel?
You leaving?
Yeah, I was supposed to
meet someone, but they, uh-
I'm sorry.
I wasn't gonna come. I
actually sat in my apartment...
counting the hours to the time when
I was not gonna show up to meet you.
And then I-I just-
Oh, God.
Billy Chapel.
Why do you always use
both my names?
So I know
what I'm up against.
I:
- I had a great time with you last month. It's not that.
Don't get me wrong.
It's just that...
I- I don't mean to sound
like anything or anything,
[ Man ] It's for our kid.
Thanks. but-but I don't do that.
And I'm not saying
anything about it. What?
I just don't do it, not since I
was in college. What don't you do?
I just
- You know what? I think I should go home.
Why? Because-Because I
just don't screw like that!
And-And-And
I hate that word.
[ Man ] You want that cab, Mr.
Chapel? Give it to somebody else.
I don't go to hotel rooms
with men I don't know.
Billy, I can't be a groupie.
You're not a groupie, Jane.
You don't look like one. You don't act
like one. I didn't treat you like one.
Wasn't-
Wasn't I a gentleman?
Yes, I know.
But you pull up out of
nowhere, you start my car.
You make me laugh, and the next thing I know
- No.
I'm at a baseball game
that you win!
I mean,
it's so surreal.
Little boys buy cards
with your picture on them.
They buy those for the gum.
[ Chuckles ]
Goddamn it!
God- What?
Goddamn what?
I like you.
So what's the problem?
I'm really not at all
more fair for both of us...
for-for me to just leave.
Well, forget it.
I mean,
what's the difference?
I mean-
What?
Just- No.
Here, give me the thing.
What's the difference
between the real you...
and this-this other you?
The-The real me is-is-
Here.
The real me is plain,
uninteresting and-and-
and hates sexy underwear because
it's really uncomfortable.
Oh.
All right, so the-
the real you's a bummer.
This can't be what you were
looking for from this evening.
I mean, be totally
honest with me. That-
That day I fiixed your car,
jane, I got lucky.
And maybe
you got lucky too.
I mean, I know we don't
know each other so well,
but that's-
that's what I was hoping.
I mean, we don't have to-
We could, like-
like, walk, you know?
We could walk like
- We could just walk. Walk?
I- I could walk.
I mean, we don't
- we don't have to talk so much either.
Okay.
You've got the look
of love light in your eyes
I was in crazy motion
Till you calmed me down
It took a little time
But you calmed me down
You know, border collies.
My dad loved
the blue heelers.
Is he still alive?
No, they're both gone.
Him fiirst,
and then her within a year.
He was a good man.
Very tall.
Very reserved.
Passionately in love
with two things:
my mother and baseball.
Then he was a lucky man.
Okay.
Okay.
So, how do we do this?
How does this work, Billy?
I told you, I have to be here
next month for a couple of days.
I wanna see you.
Okay.
Okay.
[ keys Jingling ]
So...
when you're away,
I'll live my life...
and-and you'll live yours.
And none of this stupid bullshit
why-didn't-you-call-me crap.
And what you do
when you're not with me...
has nothing to do with me,
and vice-versa.
No questions asked.
No worrying.
No obsessing.
That sounded perfect.
Good night.
Good night.
Candy says it's gross.
Use the loofah.
The what?
The loofah.
It exfoliates.
You're losing it
over this girl.
I met this woman
in New York.
I'm thinkin' of askin'
her down. Call her.
Nah, it's, you know,
it's not, uh- it's casual.
I've seen her a few times
over the winter in New York...
when I happen to be there.
Call her.
Hello?
problem with my skin peel.
I was just thinking about you.
Yeah? What were you thinking?
I was wondering when you play your
fiirst series against the Yankees.
jane, come down here.
What?
Come see me. Come spend the
weekend. Meet my friends.
I don't know, Billy.
What do you mean,
you don't know?
Well, I-I've got a ton
of work to do, Okay.
and I can't really afford to be running off
- So, I'll pay.
No.
It's not that.
Look, we made the rules.
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