Major League II Page #8

with the ball.

Are you crazy?

It's the only way

you'll get to play.

Roger, take one for the team.

It's not my bat.

Get in there.

- Let's go, Roger.

- Atta boy.

And Taylor is sending up...

Roger Dorn?

Dorn is 0 for the century

against this guy,

but has several

foul tips.

So Dorn inches in

and gets ready to face Bucek.

Here's the pitch.

Oh, God!

Oh! And Dorn is hit

right in the back.

And the Indians

catch a break.

They'll have runners

at first and second

with Dorn representing

the tying run.

Pinch runner.

No!

You alright?

God, that hurts.

Markley, get in there

and run for Dorn.

Uh-uh.

Dorn!

So Dorn gets his first

hit of the season,

although it doesn't look

like he's ready to leave.

Dorn!

Taylor may have to

call the cops out.

Dorn!

Ohh.

Nice game.

Well, Dorn finally leaves

after putting on

a very impressive

exhibition of stretching.

And that brings up

the potential go-ahead run

in the person

of Pedro Cerrano.

Pedro's left a small village

on the base paths tonight.

Parkman, my friend,

how you doing?

Look at the scoreboard, buddha.

I'm doing fine.

Pedro! Pedro!

Bucek's set at the belt.

Delivers...

swung on and missed.

Ooh.

And Cerrano

is down a strike.

This guy is not

messing around.

He's going

right after Pedro.

From the stretch.

He's ready.

Fires...

Strike.

That had some quickness.

So, two straight heaters,

and Cerrano is down

to his last strike.

Ohh...

Oh, you guys.

Cerrano back in the box.

That last pitch, man...

that was beautiful.

Bucek has his sign

and comes set,

here's the pitch

to Cerrano.

He swings and drives

one into deep left center.

Way back! Going...

going...

gone!

To the upper deck!

Yes!

Not as beautiful as that, though.

Heh heh heh.

Way to go, Pedro!

Big knock, baby.

Big knock!

And the Indians lead 6-5!

Look at that

scoreboard now...

grasshopper.

Oh, my God.

What a shot!

Three more outs,

we go to the series.

So what?

They'll blow it in the 9th.

Hey! Ow!

We're in the 9th.

2 down, 2 and 1 to Termini.

Once again the Indians

one out away

from the American League Championship.

Here's the pitch.

Ball 3.

And Schoup is now

only one pitch away

from putting

the go-ahead run on.

You gotta love

this kind of excitement,

don't you, Monte?

You took the words

right out of my mouth.

Here's the pitch...

Ball 4!

And the Sox have two aboard

with Beck coming up,

who already has a 2-run

double tonight.

Come on.

- Time.

- Time!

You ain't got

nobody left, Taylor!

You're old

Mother Hubbard...

and onlyVaughn's

in the cupboard!

Good job.

Thanks.

Outstanding game,

Schoupie.

You fought them

all the way.

Can't believe I walked

that Punch-and-Judy hitter.

We'll get them for you.

Give me Vaughn.

You mean Rick Vaughn?

Yeah.

He's pitching to Beck,

not Parkman.

He wants the righty!

The Vile Thing!

The Grab-Your-Throat

And-Choke Thing!

Stuffit, lard-mouth.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

It's him.

Crank it,Jerry.

Oh, no.

Not that damn song again!

The bad seed is back!

It's Wild Thing!

Aah!

Wild Thing

You make

my heart sing

You make everything

Groovy

Come on, wild thing

Hey, hey!

Yeah!

Nice look.

Welcome back, Vaughn.

Good to be back.

OK. Now, Beck likes them

on the outer half,

so jam him.

I want Parkman.

Parkman's not up.

Beck's the hitter.

I'll walk him.

And load the bases

for Parkman?

I want Parkman.

Wild thing

You make

my heart sing

Alright.

Go get him, Rick.

You make everything

Groovy...

Hey, when the tough

get going,

the going get tough.

OK, Ricky, baby!

Time for

some serious cheese!

The Roquefort Rocket!

The Brie Bullet!

The Parmesan Pellet!

So, in a surprise move,

Vaughn is on to pitch here.

Ball 1!

They're going to walk Beck

to get to Parkman.

Obviously,

Taylor's thinking-

I don't know what the hell

he's thinking.

New haircut...

same dead arm.

And there's ball 4,

and Beck trots to first.

So they're loaded

forJack Parkman

who's hitting just over

.900 against Vaughn.

Parkman homered

the last time he faced him.

Nowbatting,

number 15,

Jack Parkman.

You wanted him,

you got him.

OK, Rick.

Let's get nasty.

Vaughn looking

for the sign...

and he's got it.

Swung on and missed!

Strike 1!

He had something

on that baby!

Whoo.

Boy's pumped up.

Looks like

I'll have to get serious.

Vaughn back

on the slab.

Baker gives him

the sign.

Vaughn ready,

and here it comes.

Swung on and foul

to the screen.

Parkman wasn't fooled

on that one.

Oh, he just missed it.

I got your timing now.

But I'll bet you don't have

enough hair on your ass

to throw me another one.

Here it comes, Parkman.

Old number one,

The Terminator.

You get a piece of it,

you can rename it.

Blow this chump away.

Staywith the smoke.

Just go after him.

Mr. Parkman,

you're a great ball player,

and I'd just like to say

you're standing

on the tracks,

and the train's

coming through, butthead.

Bring it here, Ricky!

So Vaughn is 0-2

to Parkman.

Swung on and missed!

Yeah!

And the Indians win it!

It's all over!

The Indians win it!

Whoo!

I gotta get

out of this business!

Oh!

That-a-boy, Rick!

I knew you could do it!

Mr. Brown, calm down!

I love this sh*t!

I may move to England!

I told you we'd win!

I told you in spring training

we'd win!

Yay!

Indians!

- Oh!

- Oh!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

We're going

to the World Series now!

We're going

to the World Series!

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah!

Unh!

There is no God.

Yeah!

We did it!

Hey, what's up?

Hey, baby.

Yeah!

Alright!

Thank you.

You were so wonderful

out there, Rick.

The General Cereals

reps are here.

Great game, Rick.

We'd like to offer you-

I'm sorry, fellas.

You got the wrong guy.

I'm sure you make

a great cereal,

but I like my hair

the way it is.

I don't eat breakfast

anyway.

Rick, what are you saying?

You're a great gal,

Flannery,

much too good for me.

Take a hike.

Nikki, hold it.

Nikki, I know I was a jerk

the other night,

but I want to

make it up to you.

Don't let him sweet-talk you,

Miss R.

I got World Series tickets

for the kids,

dugout boxes.

Take him back.

I forgive him.

Thank you.

These guys will really be happy

with the tickets.

Congratulations.

Wait. Nikki.

I want you to come out with me

and celebrate.

For an hour,

a year.

Whatever.

Just come out with me.

Alright.

What do you say

we start with an hour?

Well

The house is a-rockin'

Don't bother knockin'

Now the house

is a-rockin'

Don't bother knockin'

If the house

is a-rockin'

Don't bother,

come on in

Kick off your shoes

Start losin' the blues

This old house

Ain't got

nothin' to lose

See, we'll all be here

Stop spreadin'

the blues

We got a-room

on the floor

Come on, baby,

shed some blues

Yeah, the house

is a-rockin'

Don't bother knockin'

Well, the house

is a-rockin'

Don't bother knockin'

Well, the house

is a-rockin'

Don't bother,

come on in

Well the house

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