For Love of the Game Page #7

- [ Chapel ] What'd you say?

- Nothin'. Let's knock off for the day. Jane's here.

What'd you say?

I didn't say anything.

You said "if. "

I didn't mean "if. "

But you said "if. "

I only meant-

Think I'm not comin' back? Billy.

Say it. You're tired. Let's quit.

Say it, chickenshit.

You got a job. That's to get

me strong and get me back.

All right?

You get me back...

I'll fiigure out how to win.

You wanna work with me tomorrow,

then get your mind right.

You get it right,

or you don't come around me.

[ Jane ]

You mad at me or at Mike?

[ Chapel ]

Why would I be mad at Mike?

You practically tore

his head off. Talk to me.

Talk?

You don't want to talk.

You just want to give me your

version of why I should quit.

- I want this sh*t outta here.

- What're you tryin' to do?

Are you trying to make me mad? Are you

gonna pack up my things and make me go...

so you can sit here in the dark

and feel sorry for yourself?

Well, forget it, Billy. You

can't cook, you can't drive-

I'll hire somebody

to drive me.

Someone who doesn't talk?

Doesn't think bad thoughts?

Billy, we are gonna get through

this. You just have to try-

Try! Goddamn it, jane, I'm the

only one who is trying here.

I got nobody in the front

offiice, nobody in the press...

and now I got nobody

in this house...

that thinks

I'm gonna make it back.

I have been nothing

but supportive of you.

I don't want you here,

jane! I mean-

Don't you get it?

You make

- You make me feel distracted.

You make me feel weak.

Billy,

you taught me something.

You taught me

how to believe again,

how good things can happen

and that they will happen.

But now you need to let me teach

you something about what I know-

about how sometimes life seems

like it's slamming you down,

but it's really

giving you a gift.

I had a baby

when I was 16.

That could've

wrecked me.

But it didn't. Instead, it was the

best thing that ever happened to me.

You mean if life gives you

lemons, you make lemonade?

- You are such an a**hole. - If you're tellin'

me I'm never gonna hold that ball again-

I can't.

Haven't you ever loved

anything that much?

I'll call the airlines. See

what kind of flights I can make.

You do that.

[ Crowd Cheering ]

[ Indistinct Chanting ]

[ Grunts ]

- Strike!

- [ Scully ] Uh-oh.

Something happen

to Chapel?

Frank Perry is on the steps of the dugout

and apparently didn't like what he saw.

Gimme the ball.

What are you lookin'-

Gimme the ball.

just stay there.

[ Crowd Cheering,

Whistling ]

[ Lyons ] There's something wrong with either

his arm, his elbow or his shoulder there.

He doesn't look

very comfortable.

- Bill, he's hurt.

- [ Scully ] Here he comes. He's goin'out to visit.

[ Booing ]

You just do somethin'there? No.

You hurtin'?

No.

Uh-huh.

How long?

- Ten years.

- [ Sighs ]

What do you wanna do? I'd

like you to smile at me,

pat me on the fanny, march your

butt to that dugout and sit down.

- That's what I'd like.

- I want this goddamn game, Billy.

Well, I want it too.

[ Exhales Sharply ]

If it gets any worse,

I'll sit down.

Ready to go?

Where's my pat?

[ Pats ]

Thank you.

You let me know. Yeah. He's all right.

[ Jane ]

He's flexing his hand.

What? He does that

when his arm's tingling.

Pretty soon he's not gonna be able

to feel anything. Do you know him?

Yeah, and I know

Mickey f***in' Mantle.

[ Bartender ] Hey, watch the

language. There's people in here.

[ Patrons.. Mocking Laughter ] [ Man On

P.A.] This is a boarding announcement for...

flight number 12.

God, I hate Yankee fans.

Hey, you leavin'? How can you

leave when your guy's winnin'?

He's not gonna win.

How do you know?

Because he's hurting and he won't

tell anyone and he won't come out.

[ P.A. Continues,

Indistinct ] I don't know.

Honey,

I hope you're wrong.

[ Scully ]

As you mentioned earlier,

there's no love lost at all

between Tuttle and Chapel.

Tuttle would just love to break

up this perfecto right now.

[ Lyons ]

Yes, he would.

[ Scully ] He bunts up along third. Down

to get it. Backhanded by Chapel to first.

- You're out!

- And got him!

[ Groans ] What are you buntin' for,

Tuttle? We need a hit, you pansy!

[ Scully ]

For the third time today...

Sam Tuttle has boiled over,

arguing now with

first base umpire Richie Garcia.

[ Indistinct Arguing ]

- Take another look at it.

- [ Lyons ] The only guy that can fiield this ball is Chapel.

He's like a cat off the mound.

He slides, picks up the ball

and throws it.

That enabled him to get up

quicker than just bend over.

[ Scully ] What a mix we have

goin'on for the last two innings.

Sitting alone upstairs,

owner Gary Wheeler...

reportedly has already sold

his ball club, the Tigers,

to the corporate group

in the box to his left.

Now an unconfirmed report

beginning to ripple the water...

that the corporate's

first business...

would be to trade Billy Chapel

when the season is over.

So as so often happens in a ball game,

there are so many other undercurrents,

so many more things

than meet the eye.

And here we have it all.. [

Male Vocalist, Indistinct ]

a beleaguered owner selling

a ball club,

perhaps the new owners selling

the biggest star on the club,

and all the while,

Billy Chapel, perhaps,

trying to make

the decision of his life.

Does he remain a big leaguer, or

after 19 years will he call it quits?

[ Continues ]

See that? It just takes

off. I don't even know where-

Use the seams. I am using the

seams, but I can't feel the seams.

just-

And I remember

what she said to me

How she swore that it

never would end

I remember

how she held me

Oh, so tight

Wish I didn't know now

what I didn't know then

Against the wind

We were runnin'

against the wind

We were young

and strong

We were runnin'

against the wind

Well, I'm older now

and still runnin'

Against the wind

Against the wind

Against the wind

I'm still runnin'

Against the wind

I'm still runnin'

against the wind

Against the wind

I'm still runnin'

Against the wind

I'm still runnin' against

the wind Against the wind

Tell her about the exhibition we

went to, the she-male paintings.

The portraits.

Tell 'em that one.

You tell them.

No, it's your story.

Please, will you excuse me? Sure.

What, I don't have enough

black on, or what? No.

No, it's just that you're

not on the list. Oh.

You need an invitation to get

in. Here comes my invitation.

It's all right.

[ Chuckles ]

I tried to tell him that...

baseball's America's favorite

pastime, but he wasn't-

I called your offiice. They told me

where you were. I hope you don't mind.

How's your hand?

Better?

You look beautiful.

jane? [ Whispering ]

Excuse me just one moment.

jane, what's the ma-

Billy Chapel?

Yeah. So nice to fiinally

meet you. I'm Ian.

Ian the editor?

Yes, I guess so.

jane's told me

so much about you.

- So you're in town with the team?

- Yeah.

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