Major League II Page #6

Maybe you're working too hard

on yourself.

You used to go out

and just let it rip.

Here. Try and hit this.

You never used to worry

about your arm or your career.

You didn't even know

what a careerwas.

Now you're pitching

like it's a job.

I'm not sure

I can get back.

It seems like

so long ago.

The worst was when you brought

the kids out.

Aguilar lit me up

like a Christmas tree.

Don't worry about that.

That ball wouldn't have been out

of a lot of parks.

Name one.

Yellowstone?

Sorry.

Yellowstone.

Hey...

I know a guy

who's got a bike.

Whoo!

Aah!

Yeah!

I haven't been up here

in a long time.

I hope not.

This was our spot.

Buddha...

Jobu.

Jobu, Buddha.

I don't want no trouble

out of you two.

He's out!

He's out!

Nice catch!

Atta boy!

As general manager

of this team,

I demand to know

when I'm getting a start.

There's an old-timers' game

coming up soon.

Rackin' them up, baby!

- He's out!

- Yeah!

Yeah!

Mine! Mine!

Run it out!

I got it!

Second base!

Safe!

- Ohh...

- Ohh...

- Ohh...

- Ohh...

- Yay!

- Yay!

This can't be happening.

Not again.

Out!

He's out!

Pedro! Yes!

Ha ha!

Yippee.

Hi.

Hi.

I forgot

to give you this.

I don't expect you

to forgive me.

I was being silly,

trying to get a laugh out of a friend.

I understand why you reacted

the way you did.

I hope you don't think

I'm trying to get you back.

Then what is this about?

General Cereals is throwing

a big party tonight

at the Marriott Society Center.

They want you to come.

Really.

Mm-hmm.

So?

Can you make it?

Probably not.

I didn't think so.

After what I did

to you that day.

I messed up

a great thing.

Bye, Rick.

Tribe fans,

we're one out away

from our second consecutive

divisional title.

RickVaughn has gone

3 and 2 to Mel Koski.

Here's the pitch.

Ball 4,

and he walked him.

That'll bring up the tying run for

the Toronto BlueJays.

A little excitement

at the end-

I know I wouldn't have it

any otherway.

I'm sure you folks

feel the same.

Ha ha ha...

Oh, yes.

Time for the old Tribe

to come unglued.

Vile thing

Mr. Choke Thing

You make everything...

Embarrassing

You want to finish,

or should I bring in Dalton?

Hey, Vile Thing!

You were lucky last time!

Cerrano saved

your sorry butt!

No.

My arm's tired.

So Vaughn leaves,

and Taylorwill go to the bull pen.

I knew you'd wimp out,

Mild Thing!

You got no heart...

and forget genitalia!

You're a gelding, Vaughn!

They had you fixed!

Dalton's done

with his warm-ups,

and Pierce steps in.

Here's Dalton's

first offering,

and Pierce hits it a ton.

Oh, no!

Ha!

Damn!

Yeah!

Somebody caught it!

The Indians

win the division!

So what?

They'll blow it

in the playoffs.

Theywill. Theywill.

They'll blow it

in the playoffs.

Yaa!

Hey, I put in

a lot of time on this.

Hey, it's Vaughn!

Hey, what's up?

Good to see everybody.

How areya?

Whoa. Easy on the fives.

Got to protect

the pitching hand.

Well, it looks like

we're back in the playoffs.

I know what loyal

fans you are,

so I brought you

a box of balls.

I've signed each one,

but if you give them to Nikki,

I'll see everybody signs them.

Well, I got to run.

Nikki and I have a function

at the Marriott.

I'll see you at the ballpark.

Enjoy those.

What a puke-head.

He didn't even

have no cake.

Hey, Rick...

why don't you go

without me?

What? Come on.

These kids idolize you

because they're where

you used to be.

You're a hero to them.

It'd make their year if you hung out

for a while.

Unfortunately, you think some party's

more important.

I- I guess I can go back in

for a couple of minutes.

Don't insult

their intelligence.

They don't

want to hang out

with some jerk

I had to drag back in there.

Just leave.

Nikki-

Go.

OK.

Fine.

Hey, Rick?

This party-

did she invite you?

Yeah.

It's just

a business thing.

Goodbye, Rick.

It's a shame you have

to go in now.

It's a routine

bypass.

I tried to

put it off.

At least you can

watch the games.

Wrong.

Doctor said he'd put the TV

on Public Broadcasting

and lose

the channel changer.

He thinks baseball's

bad for my health.

I came up

with plan "B."

Got me a little transistor radio

with an earplug.

Bottom of the 9th,

game one, American League

Championship Series.

Hayes leads

away from third.

Bucekwith the sign

and now into the windup.

Hayes is coming!

Bakerwith

a suicide squeeze.

Bucek up with the ball.

Hayes doesn't touch

the plate!

Hayes finally scores!

Yeah!

Oh, my God!

Yeah! Whoo!

You ready?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah. Feel good.

OK, go get 'em.

Do you have

any queens?

Go fish.

You going to say

anything to them?

No. They look

nice and relaxed,

right where

they should be.

Yoo-hoo!

Hello, team.

I know.

You all hate me.

- Uh-huh.

- Uh-huh.

Given what's happened

in the past,

I can't say I blame you,

but I wanted to say

one thing

before you take the field.

Believe it or not,

I'm proud

of every one of you.

Willie...

the all-out effort

you've given recently

has been an inspiration

to us all

and proves that you've put

that 1-for-18 performance

in last year's A.L.C.S.

far behind you.

And Pedro...

Ha ha.

Bashing the ball

like the Cerrano of old.

No way you won't improve

on the. 138 you're hitting

against Chicago with runners

in scoring position.

And Vaughn...

Oh, you've had

a really tough year.

Even though your fast ball

isn't what it used to be,

there's no one the fans in Cleveland

would rather have

pitching

the most important game

in Indians history

than you.

The champagne is ready.

It's all in your hands.

Win tonight, and the loser label

is gone forever.

Go out there

and win it for Cleveland,

win it for your selves,

and win it for me.

That ought to shrink

their little sphincters.

Bottom of the 9th

here in the Windy City.

The Tribe clinging

to a 6-4 lead,

one out away from winning

the American League Championship Series.

Vaughn, trying

to close it out,

has taken Jack Parkman

to a full count

with two men on.

Bakerwith a sign.

Vaughn shakes him off.

He's afraid

of his fastball.

- He's screwed.

- We're screwed, Vaughn.

Vaughn's got the one

he wants now.

Pitch it!

And here's the pitch.

Parkman swings

and pulverizes one

to deep center field.

This ball has bye-bye

written all over it,

and the White Sox

win, 7-6.

Alright, Big Jack!

Strike!

Home!

Safe!

Strike 3!

Sayonara.

Don't let it get you down.

It was just one throw.

I know,

but it got me thinking.

Even Playboy's

not working anymore.

Don't worry.

We'll come up

with something.

Now, why don't you

grab yourself a shower?

Ahh.

Hey, Skip.

You got a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

What's up?

You know, Rick,

I may have to use you tomorrow

in the late innings.

Pitching staff's

pretty overworked.

Yeah. So?

I'll be ready.

Ready, huh?

Ready to run and hide

if the game's on the line?

I don't get it,Jake.

What's your problem?

You're the problem.

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