Major League II Page #3
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- 1994
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in the weeds.
Vaughn, he's off
to a slow start,
but look out.
They're going to erupt.
They're gonna bust loose.
They're gonna do it.
They're gonna bust loose.
They're a powder keg.
Juggernaut.
Getting close now,
as the Indians begin
their drive
for a world championship
against the hated
Chicago White Sox,
who swept the Tribe
right out of
the playoffs lastyear.
And listen to the roar
of the crowd
as the Indians
take the field.
Mow 'em down,
Wild Thing!
Did you ever have
that feeling
you were just born
for greatness?
RickVaughn
gets the starting call today.
We're told he matured
a lot over the winter.
Apparently,
he's bathing now.
Congratulations, Rick.
As you know, Monte, Vaughn's been
working on a couple of new pitches-
The Eliminator
and The Humiliator-
to complement his fastball,
The Terminator.
I heard that.
Dynamite drop-in,
Monte.
That broadcast school
has really paid off.
We're ready for the opening pitch.
Vaughn winds and fires.
It's a strike.
And we're underway.
Alright, Rickey!
Good job. Great pitch, man.
Great pitch.
Do it again!
Come on. Let's see it.
Guywas toast.
Yeah?
Vaugh winds
for the 0-2 pitch.
Called strike 3!
Called strike 6!
Called strike 9!
Inning over!
Yeah!
Alright!
Break out
the champagne!
It's in the bag.
The fat lady has
left the building!
So Vaughn sets down
the White Sox
in the top of the first.
Willie Mays Hayes
steps in.
Hayes had a great spring,
adding the long ball
to his speed.
Now batting... double 0-
Willie Mays Hayes.
Willie swinging
his shillelagh at the plate.
And Hayes
is calling his shot!
He's pointing toward
the left field bleachers.
Alright, Willie!
Right here, Willie!
What's he pointing at?
What? Does he know
someone up there?
Hayes ready
at the plate!
Alaino into his windup
and the pitch.
Here's a swing and a drive
to left and deep.
Way back... Belmonti racing
toward the wall.
This one has a chance.
It's going... going...
not quite gone.
Heh heh.
That had to be the wind.
It must've been the wind.
Top of the 3rd now.
Vaughn's been in trouble
a couple of times,
but has held
the White Sox
with his new assortment
of breaking stuff.
Humiliator lined to left,
a base hit.
Eliminator lined to right,
another base hit.
There's some real puss
lined to center.
Termini's
coming around third.
The throw
is cut off.
He'll score.
And it's 1-0,
White Sox.
What?
What?
They're hammering
this slow crap.
Think your arm
could stand the strain
of throwing this guy
a fastball?
Look, I'll throw it.
You just make sure you catch it.
I will if
it ever gets to me.
God knows what Vaughn's
going to throw next.
He's running out of names.
That'll bring up
Hank Shaw,
who led the Sox in home runs
and RBIs lastyear.
I don't know how this guy keeps
his mind on baseball,
what, with all
parking tickets.
Yeah.
Vaughn has his
sign and comes set,
checks the runner
at second.
Here's the pitch
to Shaw.
Swung on and belted
into deep right field.
Back goes Cerrano.
He'll need a rocket up his ass
to catch this one.
That baby is out of here.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
That looked like
The Terminator, only slower.
Maybe it was
his Out-Of-Stater,
or it could've been
The Hibernator.
That baby is definitely
going away for the winter.
Whatever forVaughn,
it might be
see-you-later.
He's probably going
to become a... spectator.
Didn't have much
on that one.
4-0, Chicago.
Hayes at the plate.
And he's calling it again!
Come on, Willie!
This time for sure!
Aw, forget that!
Put the ball on the ground!
Alaino looking
in for the sign
and goes into
his windup.
Here's the swing
and a drive to deep left.
It could go this time!
Yes! Yes!
Belmonti back
to the wall again. Way back!
Come on!
Come to papa!
And it is...
Come to papa!
Caught!
You were lucky, Belmonti!
Of course, he could be pointing
at the left fielder.
Bottom of the 6th. Jack Parkman
stepping in with runners at the corners.
Parkman with two hits
already today.
Martinez leads away
from first,
Warren from third.
Parkman doing
his little shimmy.
in Cleveland crazy.
Vargas, the little left-hander,
set at the belt.
Here's the pitch.
Parkman swings and drives
one to deep left center.
It looks like
he got it all!
It is good-bye,
Mr. Rawlings!
And the Indians
pull to within 1 at 4-3.
Way to go,Jack!
I bought him.
Welcome
to NewJack City!
I told you this guy
would make a difference.
- Jacksonville!
- Jack the Ripper!
- Jumpin'Jack Flash!
- Jack attack!
I used to hate Parkman
when he was with the A's.
It's amazing how a new uniform
can change your attitude about a guy.
He's still a Dick.
Last of the 9th.
2 outs and a tying run
at first,
and Pedro Cerrano
steps into the box.
Cerrano hitless today
and pretty much
all spring.
Martinez takes his lead
from first again.
Here's the pitch.
Cerrano swings, and it's a high fly ball
to center field.
And it hits a bird!
The ball drops
into right,
the bird
into short center.
Cerrano rounds first
and heads for...
center field?
Where are you going?
Cerrano kill
a living thing.
Forget the damn bird!
Run! Run!
He's alive. Ha ha!
Martinez around third,
heading for home,
and so is the bird.
Bye-bye, birdie.
I'm sorry,
but you're out, Mr. Gandhi.
Too late! Run doesn't score!
Ballgame's over!
What?
Cerrano, come on!
Well, the Indians
drop a tough one.
4-3, as Pedro Cerrano
doubles off a pigeon
and then is tagged out,
administering CPR
before the tying run
could score.
It's a funny game,
eh, Monte?
Well, at least
the bird survived.
Who cares?
It's a rat with wings.
Two months.
Two months?
What do you mean
two months?
the team for two months.
You paid too much
for the franchise.
There's another four
months in the season.
What am I supposed to do?
Increase your profits
any way you can.
Well, fans, Roger Dorn
has done a little redecorating
around the ballpark.
look like the Yellow Pages.
And any of you folks having trouble
finding a good proctologist
might want to come down here
and check out the area
around
the 375-foot sign.
As for the game,
we got a real nail-biter
here tonight.
It's a lot closer
than that 11-2 score.
Mr. Vaughn! I thought
you were starting tonight.
- I did.
- Oh. sorry.
I didn't turn it on
till the second inning.
I can't believe
you're so upset
about what
the valet said.
I'm upset
because Billy Ritter
hit a 3-run homer
off me.
He was due.
I mean, it's amazing.
The man has been in the majors
for seven years,
and he's never
hit a home run.
Never?
I thought you knew.
Oh.
May be you should throw fastballs
more often
till you're sure of
your other pitches.
I did that tonight.
I threw Ritter
an 87 mile-an-hour fastball,
and he crushed it.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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