The Fan Page #6

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all the help I can get.

They say fans don't know

what they're talking about.

The public and the owners

should listen to you.

Bobby, why isn't this guy

on your payroll?

Maybe I should have you try

and talk some sense into Primo.

The owners should listen to you. Bobby,

why isn't this guy on your payroll?

Maybe I should have you try

and talk some sense into Primo.

Maybe I should have you try

and talk some sense into Primo.

God knows I need all the help

I can get.

Primo. Primo, lots of luck.

Primo.

Mr. Primo?

- Yeah?

- Can I just say...?

Did you ever think how one man

who's doing well...

...might throw off

the rest of the team?

I'm saying, you have to thinkof

what's best for the team, right?

You might have to

lay down a sacrifice.

I'm talking about

Bobby Rayburn's number.

I don't know if you understand

how much he needs that number.

- Number 11.

- I am number 11.

I know, but he needs it

more than you.

Are you with the press?

You with the hotel?

Then get out of here.

Go.

Get the fuckout of here.

It's a sad night here at the Stick

as the Giants tak e the field...

... for the first time since the murder

of hitting sensation Juan Primo.

Rayburn will take his place

in the lineup batting cleanup.

There's bound to be questions

about that, Jewel.

Now we all get to wear

the number, man.

Come on, let's play ball!

Now batting fourth, number 33,

Bobby Rayburn.

Bobby! Come on, Bobby!

F*** you.

Come on, Bob!

That's it.

Come on, Bob!

Attaway. You're back to your old self.

F*** you.

This is the last place I'll look.

Then I'll quit.

Yeah, no, I've had it. I'm tired.

I mean, he's not here.

There he is. I found my man.

I'll talk to you later.

Is this how you celebrate

going four for four, huh?

What happened to pouring

champagne over your head...

...and banging some groupies, huh?

Bobby. Bobby, talk to me.

If the cops worry you,

they're not interested in you.

It's just an ongoing investigation.

Let it go.

I didn't ask for this, man.

You talking about Primo?

Come on, I know that's sh*t.

I thought about it a lot,

but I didn't ask for this.

You know, Bobsy...

...I wish five people dead

on my drive to work.

Five people. But wishing it

doesn't make it so.

You're not God,

lifetime average withstanding.

Yeah? Well...

...why do I feel so bad then, huh?

I don't know.

I don't...

This is gonna blow the hell

out of my shithead theory...

...but I think you feel guilty.

Jesus-hairy-Christ.

I've been wrong about you.

You're not a shithead at all.

I'm flabbergasted.

Come on, let's go, man.

I got a game tomorrow.

Number 33, Bobby Rayburn.

Go, Bobby! Bobby!

Safe.

Bobby Rayburn.

You're coming off

the worst slump in your career.

All of a sudden, you're hitting well over

.400, 11 home runs, 30 RBIs last month.

How do you explain this?

I wish I knew.

That's it? You wish you knew?

A "thank you" would've been nice.

Sean!

Be careful!

Don't go too far!

Sean, don't go too far, darling.

Bradley!

Bradley, come here!

Bradley, come back.

Go back, Bradley. Go back.

Sean!

Sean!

Mr. Rayburn!

Sh*t.

Mr. Rayburn!

Sean!

- Thank God for Mark Spitz over here.

- Jeez.

Okay. Just relax. Go on.

That's right, blow it out.

It's gonna be all right.

Are you all right, man?

- Just relax.

- He swallowed some water.

Jesus. You scared me half to death.

Where did you come from?

I was just walking on the beach,

I saw him in the water, and I went in.

Thank God, man. You all right?

Sean, you gotta promise me,

no matter what...

...not a word to your mother,

understand?

Next time you're looking

for attention, be more dramatic.

- Let's get some dry clothes.

- Play in traffic like the other kids.

- That little bonehead.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What did you say your name was?

- My friends call me Curly.

Curly. Well, come on, Curly,

let's go inside.

Elvira will get you some

dry clothes, all right?

Thank you.

- What do I say?

- Well, you know, I was just there.

You would've done the same thing.

If I lose this guy, man,

I don't know what I would do.

Looks good on you.

I don't know

about them pants, though.

They're yours.

- Can I get you anything?

- A beer.

Yeah, all right. I could swear...

Have I seen you before?

I get that all the time.

I got one of those faces, I guess.

You like baseball?

I'm not obsessed with it or anything.

Are you a player?

Yeah.

- You are?

- Yeah.

Barry Bonds?

No. No. I'm Bobby Rayburn.

- Right.

- Yeah.

- I was just kidding you.

- It's okay.

At least you're not one of them

die- hard baseball fans who...

Why is that?

Because those guys are losers.

Aren't the fans what it's all about?

Sh*t. Tell you something, man.

The fans are like women.

When you're hitting, they love you.

And when you're not, they'd as soon

spit on you as look at you.

Why is that?

Because they don't understand that

you're the same person hitting or not.

You know?

Only person you should play for

is yourself.

Hey, you wanna shoot some pool?

Yeah, sure.

- All right. Bring the beer.

- Sure.

Curly, Curly"..."

Curly Otis?

- Yeah, that's my old man.

- No sh*t.

I was in bigs for a cup of coffee myself

until my arm went south.

Man, tough break.

It's like my old catcher Coop

used to say:

"Enjoy it while you got it,

then move on."

Yeah.

That's a good philosophy, brother.

Good philosophy.

- Are all those hats yours?

- Yep, my pride and joy.

- Could I try one on?

- Yeah, sure. Sure.

Fits.

Looks good on you.

Hey, Bobby...

...did you mean it?

You'd do something for me?

Yeah, sure. I mean, within reason,

you know.

Don't be getting no ideas.

- Let me pitch to you.

- What?

Let me show you what I got.

I got a couple innings left in me.

Come on, Bobby,

let me show you what I got.

Bradley's gonna catch for us.

Must feel good

to be hitting again, huh?

Brother, you have no idea.

- How did you get out of that slump?

- Say what?

Got any idea what got you

out of that slump?

You know, Curly...

...I just stopped caring, man.

- What?

- I just stopped caring.

You stopped caring?

What do you mean?

All my life I've been working

to be the best.

You know?

Trying to be a perfectionist.

And I thought about it. That's probably

where I made my mistake.

And when Juan Primo died, man, that

completely changed the perspective.

I mean"..."

I mean, come on, let's be real here.

What are we doing? We're not

curing cancer, you know?

We're playing a game.

That's all it is. It's just a game.

So I stopped caring and relaxed...

...and I started hitting.

Stopped caring.

So that's your f***ing insight

into life?

Just stop caring.

- You're pretty loose now, aren't you?

- Yeah.

All I'm saying is that there's

more to life than just baseball.

Like what? Like your house?

Like your bigass car?

Like your 40-f***ing-million?

I mean, what the f***

do you care about?

I care about my son.

That's what I care about.

I'm sorry. I just hate that attitude,

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