Rookie of the Year Page #6

Hot dogs. Get your hot dogs. Get em hot.

Steadman is really laboring. One run is in.

And after the wild pitch Goodman is on third with two away.

[grimaces]

All four! Take your base!

[crowd boos]

Chet! I'm gonna take you out!

-One more.

-No!

-Give me one more.

Look. One more.

[chanting] Rocket! Rocket!

-You're out!

-He's out at home!

[cheering]

Steadman makes a game-saving out! Keeping the Cubs ahead by one!

-Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

-You gave me 6 great innings. I'm saving you for the playoffs.

No. I mean I'm done. I belt the arm go.

You'll let me finish the season before you take my job, won't you?

-Hey! Oh, you're the greatest, Rocket!

-Rowengartner, you're going in.

-What'd he call me?

-[laughs]

[chanting] Henry! Henry!

Strike! You're out!

Strike!

[cheering]

-Yeah, yeah, yeah! Good pitcher!

-You think so?

-I know so!

Let's play some ball! Let's play some ball! Man!

With two outs, Oakie steps in, hoping to bring in the runner.

Oh! What a lucky stab.

[crowd boos]

The Cubbies are one inning away from the division championship,

completing the most improbable season in baseball history!

You're on. One more inning! One inning Henry!

Oh, kid, please! Get us through this inning, and I'll never

ask you for anything else for as long as I live!

-Okay. But this is the last time.

-Thank you. Thank you.

It appears nothing can stop Rowengartner now.

Just one more! And be careful!

[crowd gasps]

-Get up kid!

-Are you okay?

-I'm okay.

-Alright.

-I'm okay.

This kid is making me crazy.

Alright, Henry, let's warm up.

What was that? You alright?

I'm fine. Fine.

Oh no. It's gone!

Oh no.

Play ball.

[chanting] Henry! Henry!

-Ball?

-What the hell is he doing?

-What?

Uh... well, not his best start, ball one.

-Come on, Henry. Quit playing around!

-There's another ball.

Zoom it in there Henry! Zoom it!

-I have no idea.

-Henry, throw the ball, hard.

-Ball.

[crowd boos]

Rulinbruter! Come on!

-What do you want to do now?

-Ball four. Take your base.

-What's that kid doing out there?

-I don't know Cliff.

[crowd boos]

Come here. Come here. Bring it in. Get in here.

-Listen, my arm, it's gone.

-What?

-No, listen, I can't do hard anymore.

-What are we gonna do?

-I have a plan.

[chattering]

1, 2, 3, Cubs!

The meeting's over, and here we go!

-Gotcha.

-You're out!

-The hidden ball trick!

-Alright!

-Excited.

I can't believe he fell for that.

-Throw the heat! Throw the heat!

-Cut the funky cheese!

Richard's calling for the attention of Wock! Again!

-I'm gonna kill him!

-Sal! Sal! No, no, let it go! Get over here! Just have faith! Let it go!

-He's playing stickball!

-Ball three.

-I'm gonna kill him.

-Easy Chet, let him go, let him go.

Take your base.

[crowd boos]

-Why did he walk him?

-He could have struck him out.

-I'm not going for the hidden ball trick either.

-I don't have the ball.

-Oops.

-What are you doing kid?

-I dare you to run.

-What? What are you talking about?

I double dare you.

-Hey, cut it out, let's play some ball here.

-What's the matter? Chicken? [chicken noises]

-Hey, I'm not chicken, cut it out.

-[chicken noises]

-Stop it. Just stop it. Just stop it.

-You should have run. Gee, I guess you really are chicken.

-I'm not a chicken, you're the chicken.

-No, you're a chicken.

-No, you're the chicken.

-Chicken, chicken, [chicken noises]

-No, you are the chicken.

-You're the biggest chicken I ever seen.

-You throw the ball real high. I dare you. See how chicken you are.

-Alright, but it's the last time.

Go, go, go.

You're out!

He got him, he got him! Two away!

Alright Rowengartner, you do it! You do it! Anything goes!

-Remember me, kid?

-Oh my god.

-Holy goosebumps. Not Hado.

-It's Hado.

I'm your worst nightmare.

-Throw the heat! Burn it in there. Burn his hand off!

-Fastball.

You can't hit him with your fastball.

Strike!

-Change-up. That's a change-up! It's a strike!

-Henry totally fooled him with a change-up!

That's it kid? What, are you kidding me? Come on, give me it.

See ya!

-Go foul, go foul.

-Stay fair, stay fair.

-Foul.

-Fair.

Foul ball.

You were wrong again, Ernie.

Hey kid. You got nothing. I know it. And you know it.

You're mine.

Oh god. What do I do?

Yeah.

Mom? It was you?

It was me.

Float it.

-Henry. One more.

-Show em how, Henry.

Well, this is it, folks. Everything is riding on this pitch.

-What are you smiling at, kid?

-Nothing.

-You're out!

-Yes!

Henry! I love you!

We won a division! We won a division!

[cheering]

Yes, baby! Yes! I love you.

I got it!

Yeah! Big Hank!

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