Major League: Back to the Minors Page #6

you can pass along.

We're traveling tonight.

We got the Crawdads tomorrow.

By the time we hit the field,

I expect everybody's mind

to be on teamwork and

the business of baseball.

Cool?

It's cool.

Let's pack it up and

get out of here.

It's not that complicated.

You see, a curve ball is simply

the application of basic physics.

Resistance plus velocity equals...

- You ok?

- Yeah.

Uh, motion.

Bingo! Now, by controlling

the resistance,

i.e. the rotation, you can

determine direction of motion.

The greater the velocity,

the less opportunity

for resistance.

Thus, a smaller degree

of motion. Right.

Less velocity.

Create more resistence.

Allow for greater movement.

- Strike 3, you're out!

- He struck him out.

Hog Ellis has just thrown the first

curve ball of his young life.

And the boy now has

not one, but 2 pitches.

All right!

Nice deuce there, Hog.

I just decreased velocity, reversed

the ball's natural rotation.

Whatever you say, Hog.

Just keep throwing 'em.

Here's the pitch. Swing and a miss.

And strike 3.

Anderson goes down swinging,

and is now 3 for 15 since joining the Twins.

Downtown, huh? More like

down and out if you ask me.

Voodoo, Voodoo!

As it's been explained to me,

the hood helps Cerrano focus.

All I know is it looks dumb as hell,

and he has to be led up to home plate.

But I've long since given up

trying to understand this team.

Cerrano lines a bullet to left center.

Romance is rounding third.

Lance The Dance scores

on what appears to be

a Double Salchow and a

Triple Axel thrown in, too.

What a play! The Buzz are back on track.

They've won 7 of their last 10.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- I couldn't cut the mustard.

- Sorry.

Man, you can say

"I told you so" if you want.

No point in that.

Look, about all that sh*t

I said to you, I'm sorry.

Water over the bridge.

Or under the dam.

Or wherever the hell

the water goes. Sit down.

Any idea what happened?

It was, uh... I mean,

a number of things, really, but...

They just started throwing me outside

like you said they would.

You want to know

the good news?

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like to hear

some good news.

- This is nothing we can't fix.

- How do we do that?

Sweat, sweat, and more sweat.

Straight up with your hands, straight back

with your chests, way back to the sky.

Way beyond your hands

and then back into first position.

Clear.

Wow. That's cool!

- I told you not to do anything fancy.

- But if I can get around on an outside...

Do you know more

about hitting than I do?

No.

I'm asking you to do 2 things:

keep your mouth shut,

and listen to my instructions.

- Can you do that?

- Yeah.

Don't overswing, all right?

Take a little bit later and

drive it into right field. Here we go.

- Ready?

- Ready.

It's dark in there.

You're not scared?

Clear.

- Thinking ball and nothing else.

- Thinking ball and nothing else.

Keep your head down.

Go, Downtown. Come on,

buddy. Give it a ride, pal.

Nothing fancy. Just

keep your head down.

Here's the pitch to Anderson.

It's a swing and a base hit to right.

This will send Juan 1 to third.

Downtown's got another base hit, sending

his average up near the .300 mark.

This kid's not just a home

run swinger anymore.

He's turning himself

into a solid hitter.

Coach, you've finished

the season in first place

and let's face it, you do it

without anything

that even resembles a

Major League player.

Now hold it right there. We got

a lot of players of Major League caliber.

- Like who? Downtown Anderson?

- Yeah, for one.

I heard coach Huff say

he thinks Downtown's a mistake.

He even went on to say that he doesn't

have any business in the big leagues.

Yeah, once again Leonard Huff has

his head shoved up a body cavity

that I can't mention on TV.

So you disagree with Huff's

evaluation of Anderson?

Not only do I disagree, but

I'm not even sure that Huff,

or for that matter, some of his own

players, belong in the Major Leagues.

In fact, as far as I'm concerned,

you're looking at the best team

in the entire Twins organization.

Ha! You little Minor League peckerwad.

...beat 'em man-to-man

at every position.

Once again, though,

Huff considers that incomplete.

- I think he even said...

- Said it, I said it was a fluke.

I want to hear what he's saying.

Would you shut up?

- Love this announcer.

- Shut up.

- The light thing was pretty squirrely.

- Pretty squirrely? Meaning?

I'd like to check the fingerprints

on that light switch.

He's accusing me.

This son of a b*tch is accusing me.

If we can't beat the Twins, I'll hand

over my entire year's salary to Huff.

And if the Twins lose?

I can't believe he's doing this.

...my salary, the least he could do

would be to put up his job.

- So this is a, uh... challenge.

- A friendly challenge with incentives.

If you win, you get to

manage the Twins.

If Huff wins, then he takes home

your entire year's salary.

That's right. I'm gonna ask

for one condition.

What's that condition gonna be?

This game should be played

at home, at Buzz stadium.

So, Leonard Huff, wherever you

are, the ball's in your court.

Aw, Jesus, Lenny!

You could have just turned it off!

That son of a b*tch set me up.

He knew every sports channel

in America would run this thing.

- Nobody ever said he was stupid.

- Yeah, well, I'll say it. He's stupid.

He's stupid, stupid.

He's so stupid.

- Oh, stop.

- He's stupid.

What am I gonna do now?

Well, the way I see it

you got one of 2 choices.

You can either play the Buzz,

or you can have the entire world

of baseball call you a coward.

It's up to you.

By the way... you just

bought yourself a $1,200 TV.

Jopu, what are you doing here?

I told you before. These boys,

they've got to do it on their own.

I would love to use you,

but I cannot.

So please,

get back in the bag.

But stay close.

Jesus Christ, what a dump!

Oh, man, can you imagine

living like this?

Look out!

Sorry to have to do this, but there's

a speech clause in my contract.

I know you've all read in the paper

that this game is a publicity stunt,

Part of my ongoing feud

with Leonard Huff.

But it would be foolish

and self-indulgent

for me to put you all

in such a jam,

in such a tough game for publicity.

No, my...

...my motivation is stronger,

deeper than that. It's...

it's ego.

But unlike some coaches who might ask

you to go out there and play the game

because you love it or because

you're fulfilling a lifelong dream,

I'm asking plain and simple

that you win this one... for me.

Win this one for Gus Cantrell.

Now, stay loose, play hard,

give it your best shot,

and let's go out there and

take a bite out of the big team's ass.

Gentlemen, you know

the ground rules.

So let's shake hands.

Have a good, clean ball game.

I'm going to give you

the beating of your life.

- We'll see about that.

- Yeah, we will.

By the way, some of the guys have been

wondering where you got your toupee.

This is not a toupee, all right?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes