Major League: Back to the Minors Page #5

is a big league hitter.

Yeah, he's one of the people

spreading that rumor.

I guess now is the

moment of truth.

Here's the windup and the pitch to Downtown.

He swings and drives one to left.

This ball is really hit

back toward the wall.

Could get out of here...

gone for Downtown!

And the Buzz have tied it at 3 all.

Listen to this crowd!

They love this team!

Well, so much for

"beating them into submission".

Shut up!

Get the trainer.

Better bring a bag of ice.

Come on, guys. Play a

little ball here now. Oh!

Here's the throw by Tanaka. Heading

towards third. He threw a bullet.

There's going to be a play,

and they've got him! He's out!

What a throw by Tanaka!

Wasn't that a beaut?

- You're a beaut.

- You're finally coming around.

Adams swats that one

for a single to left field.

Well, slam or swat, the Twins' hitters

have timed this kid's fastball.

Well, Hog will have to go

to one of his other pitches.

He doesn't have other pitches.

- Does too.

- Does not.

Hey, somebody needs a nap.

He's going to be sitting

on the fastball.

I can't let that happen to Hog.

- Time, ump.

- You ok?

Good job, Hog. There's

nothing to be ashamed of.

We just gotta find you another pitch.

Something to go along with that fastball.

- Doc?

- Yep.

Coach, he's got no smoke.

They've been looking at heat all day.

Give them a little change of pace.

Coming to the mound for

the Buzz will be number 35,

Doc Windgate. Windgate.

Well, we got one out left, Doc,

but, it's a tough one.

You want me to go with

the off-speed stuff?

You got anything else?

- Nope.

- Let's go with the off-speed stuff.

Liston swung just a little early...

By about 4 1/2 minutes.

Damn junk baller. Carlos hasn't seen

anything this slow since high school.

Strike 2 on Liston. He's swinging at pitches

that leave Doc's hand on Tuesday.

The trouble is they don't

arrive till Wednesday.

Tell that son of a b*tch

to throw me his fastball.

That was his fastball.

We're one strike away

from extra innings.

If they go up to bat again...

...we could lose this damn thing.

One more time.

One more time.

- I'm gonna kill 'em.

- You can't do that.

Look, numb nuts. This is my

ballpark, all right? I can do...

...anything that I want to.

- You're the manager.

- You're right about that.

You're right about that.

Do it! That's right,

I said kill 'em.

Here's the pitch.

Ow, isn't that a shame?

- "Power outage", my large white buttocks.

- Well, that's what he said.

Did you know that Huff has "born

to lie" tattooed on his forearm?

Is that true?

He's on the Twins...

Carlos Liston.

Gigantic, you wouldn't believe it if

you saw him. And he says to me,

"I'm gonna beat you into

the ground with this bat."

What did you say?

I said, "you better chase it on back

to the plate where you belong."

"Before I rip your face off and

shove it in your a... your

No way.

What did he do?

He walked his self

on back to the plate.

Tell you what, Rube. Played a Major

League team in a Major League stadium.

Made the whole 20 years worthwhile.

- It's a beautiful thing.

- Oh, yeah.

"They're calling it a tie, but

the Twins were outplayed

by a younger, gutsy Buzz team."

"And Leonard Huff was outcoached by

ex-player rookie manager Gus Cantrell."

"However, a generator snafu

allowed the Twins

to limp home with their dignity

just barely intact."

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

A lot of people are very impressed.

In fact, it's made me start wondering

if I didn't have a couple

of people in Triple-A

who were ready

to come up to the bigs

and vice versa.

- It did? It made you wonder?

- Yeah, it did.

And apparently I'm not the

only one who's wondering.

I got a call this morning.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Huff, he... he wants Downtown.

- Roger, Downtown's not ready.

- Well Huff says he is.

Well, Huff doesn't know his butt

from a manhole cover.

- Gus, listen.

- No, you listen.

You take Downtown up too early,

you may have to send him back,

- and that could really hurt the kid.

- Gus.

He's got a big career ahead of him,

but you've got to bring him along.

- He's just starting to listen to me...

- Gus! Gus!

Huff is the Twins' manager.

If he wants to bring a Triple-A

ballplayer to The Show, then I'm sorry.

He's made it very clear.

He wants Downtown.

Take care, man.

Hey, good luck, bud.

Well... going to The Show.

Yeah, I'm going... to The Show.

Could I make sort of an

off-the-wall suggestion?

Tell Huff you want 4 more weeks

with me before you go up.

Convince him you need

a little more time.

- What the hell would I want to do that for?

- Cause you're not ready yet, kid.

- Bullshit. Huff says I am.

- Huff doesn't know, ok?

He's not about turning you

into a baseball player.

He's trying to use a publicity

stunt to cover up a lousy season.

I knew this. I knew

this would happen.

I knew you'd come in and

try to rain on my parade.

- I'm not trying to rain...

- Yes, you are.

You've been on my ass

since the very beginning.

I hit a home run

and you benched me.

You told me not to pull when

I'm a natural pull hitter.

I'm just trying to help you.

Don't tell me you're trying to help me,

cause you're not. You never were.

Want me to tell you why?

Because you're jealous.

You're jealous that I've got

more talent on my worst day

than you've had in your

whole goddamnned career.

What, it's true, isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it? You've never had

half the talent that I do.

That's true.

God, I should have known you couldn't

just shake my hand and say good luck.

But you know what? I don't give

a sh*t 'cause I just passed you up.

I don't need you, Gus Cantrell. I'm

moving on to bigger and better things.

Thanks. Thanks for nothing.

So the Buzz lose another close one.

Gentlemen.

Some of you guys might want to check

your contracts. You set there, Rube?

- Oh, yeah, sorry.

- A little more mayo there.

Seems you signed on to play an entire

season, but it looks like you quit playing

about 2/3 of the way through,

and I'd like for someone to tell me

what the hell is going on.

Yeah, Hog?

Well, you see, um...

No one thinks that we can

win without Downtown...

I think.

Look, this game is not about

one home run hitter.

Don't get me wrong. I miss

Downtown as much as anyone of you.

But baseball is not

about one player.

It's about a team - an entire

team - playing together.

Oh, that's right. Look at me like I'm

some damn corndog old man

who doesn't know what the hell

I'm talking about.

You know, I don't know

about the rest of you,

but I remember not too long ago

we were the joke of the league.

Now we've won a few games. We even

went dead even with the big team,

This man made the difference.

I think we might want to listen

to what he has to say.

Look, guys, I'm just asking you

to do one thing.

Start thinking about how you can

help the guy sitting next to you.

Maybe you know something

he doesn't know.

Maybe you got some information

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