Rookie of the Year Page #4

[laughs]

-Excuse me! Excuse me! Come on! Don't worry, Mrs. Rowengartner,

we'll take good care of him!

-Do everything Mr. Brigma says, honey, I love you!

-See you in 10 days!

-Bye!

-Don't forget to eat your vegetables!

-Get plenty of rest!

-Sunscreen!

-Hey! Your mom's got a pretty good arm! I didn't see the floater

pitch since Scuffy McGee! Bye! So long!

-Bye!

Let's go back to our dull lives in search for meaning.

Baseball is 162 grueling games played in a more than a dozen cities.

Now on the field, we conserve our energy.

-On the road, we conserve our food.

-Food?

-Everywhere we go, there's free food. This steak, for example!

Now, I wrap it up in my vomit bag, I take it back to the hotel,

put it on ice, and in the morning, voila! Breakfast!

Conservation, Henry! Managing resources! That is the key to baseball!

Brigma!

I'll be right back.

Hey rookie. Come here.

-Have a seat. What'd you get?

-Chicken fingers.

-How are they?

-Good. How about you?

-One of the best Salisbury steaks I've ever had in my life.

You want some?

-Sure.

Thanks for signing that baseball.

Do me a favor. Don't call me Rocket.

-Why?

-Because I'm not the Rocket anymore

-Yeah I don't get it, you're throwing so slow.

-Well, thank you very much.

-No, no, no, I mean, didn't surgery fix your shoulder?

-I don't know what my shoulder will do if I heat it up again.

-This is your room Mr. Rowengartner.

-We get our own rooms?

-Yep!

-This is great!

Well, if you need anything, I'll be right next door. Okay?

-[knocks]

-Sorry, your door seems to be malfunctioning. I'll get housekeeping up here.

-Thank you!

Nice guy.

-The bus leaves at 11:00 sharp.

-11:
00, I'll be there.

Punctuality, Henry. Without it, time stands still.

Alright!

You found out where she lives? Well, did she say anything about me?

No, really.

I mean, I gotta go. Bye.

[knocks] Henry?

[knocks] Henry.

Oh boy.

Oh boy.

[knocks]

Little help. Little help now.

September in Chevaz Ravine, Los Angeles, California.

Our beloved Cubbies are just three games behind the New York Mets,

with 15 games left to play.

Yes!

-Billy, how's your hand?

-It stinks.

-Did you hear that? You made his hand stink. You were throwing...

-Hey big guy, you good for another inning?

-You betcha, Sallie-baby.

-Good, you're on deck.

-Huh?

-You're up after Fern.

-Huh.

-You can't let him bat.

-He's gotta learn sometime.

Sweet meat pies, Rowengartner's going to bat.

Oh, I hope that little feller knows what he's doing.

-Stay low.

-Yeah, and?

-And don't get killed.

You're on. Oh, just take one bat, one bat. [groan] Stay low.

He's throwing BB's today, man.

Show em what you got, kid.

They're gonna let him bat?

[crowd cheering]

Put it in my wheelhouse.

Come on, give me something I can hit.

Just step in the box, son. Step up to the plate.

-Oh my god, oh my god.

-Oh my god, oh my god.

-Oh my god, oh my god.

-Ahh!

-Ball!

-You almost killed him, you stupid mother-

-of God in heaven!

-Hey, brush me back!

-Just cool it!

Play ball.

-Oh my god, oh my god.

-Oh my god, oh my god.

-Oh my god, oh my god.

-Ahh!

-Ball!

He's got no strike zone!

-You big, ugly piece of-

-sit!

-Hang in there, hang in there Henry!

-Come on, Henry, you're alright!

No!

Ball! 3-0!

Call strikes! Who cares how short he is. Let's go.

-Powder it, Hank!

-Keep your eyes open, stay low!

All four! Take your base!

-Take my base?

-Come on, he swung at the ball!

-Alright!

-[crowd boo's]

-Woah!

-Alright, there you go!

-Hank took a rip at that one, but the ump had already made the call,

and he's on his way to first.

-Alright, alright, I'll buy that.

-He got on base! Oh my god, he got on base.

Is this gonna take much longer?

Let's go, Suarez.

Hey, pitcher!

[singing] Pitcher, pitcher, pitcher!

What are you doing?

Hey pitcher! You got something hanging out of your nose!

-Safe!

-He hit him too hard!

-He was just trying to make the tag!

-Hey.

-Can't get me.

-Safe.

-Can't get me.

-Hey, kid.

-Safe.

-Close!

Pitcher, pitcher, pitcher!

[singing] Pitcher's got a big butt!

Go!

-Rowengartner going for second!

-Go, go!

Slide, slide!

Safe!

-Yeah!

-Yes!

Pitcher! [singing] Nanny, nanny, nanny! You can't get me!

This game is making me crazy!

-Hey, we want a pitcher, not an underwear snitcher!

-Get back!

-Hey!

[crowd boo's]

-Kringo Rynell hit Suarez in the back!

That one's for you kid.

Easy kid.

[singing] Nanny, nanny, nanny.

Woah.

-Andele! Andele!

-Oh.

-They're running!

-Run, run, run!

-Faster, faster, faster!

-Move it! Move it!

-This is as fast as I go!

-Safe! Safe!

-Yeah!

-Alright!

-Woah!

-This kid can do it all!

-Yeah! Woo! Yes!

-Yes! Yes!

-Chet! Is this your one opportunity to go? How's it going to go now?

-Hey, we're the Cubs. You never know.

-How does it feel to be out-pitched by a 12 year old?

-I don't care who out-pitches me, so long as we get the ring.

-Henry? Henry!

-Mom!

Coming through! Coming through! Hot coffee! Hot coffee!

-Just drop me off at the next terminal. I'll get a cab.

-No way. We'll take you home.

-That's okay.

-No, no, really, I mean we have this whole huge limosine that

Mr. Fisher gave us. I'm sure the driver will give you a ride home.

Well, thanks. Thanks a lot.

-[laughter]

-Hey, hey, how about a cocktail?

-Oh, please.

-Alright. Club soda?

-Please.

-Alright. How about you?

-Where'd you learn to do this?

DeBrobe, babe. How about you?

-Clube soda, babe.

-Okay.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

[radio] Love is lovelier the second time around.

-Henry, what are you doing?

-Nothing! I happen to like this music.

-He's turning into a regular social giant.

-Uh-huh.

-Where'd she go?

-Nothing like a little pennant-fever to get the juices going!

-Mr. Carson sure can throw a party!

-Welcome to life in the fast lane, Henry! It's a road less traveled!

Sometimes, you just gotta put the petal to the metal and just...

live the fantasy! Rock and roll!

-Oh, he's a pretty good student. He could pay more attention

to his homework, that's for sure.

-Is there anything he doesn't do well?

He doesn't slow dance. Ow!

-Makes two of us.

-No. No, no, you're good. You know, maybe if you just let go a little.

Like this?

Yeah.

Let me show you how to enjoy all the lights and the bells

and the whistles. And remember now...

it's all free.

Shall we?

Excuse me ladies.

Excuse me. Thank you.

-Alright now! Let 'er rip, now!

-Oh boy, pinball!

How you doin, Jack?

Can you believe this?

Little bit of competition, huh?

I've been talking to the Yankees. They wanna buy the kid.

-For $25 million dollars.

-Buy him?

-Buy him!

-He's a kid.

-The Cubs own him. And as his manager, you get 10%,

which translations into $2.5 million dollars.

If you can get Mary to sign the contract.

You'll be in New York living like a king.

And I think this could be a very good time to relocate.

I'll do it.

-But you gotta do something for me.

-Name it.

You gotta get rid of Ched Steadman.

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