The Fan Page #7

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you stopped caring. I'm sorry.

What, do you have a better theory?

Yeah.

You got your number back.

Curly, my number didn't have

anything to do with it.

It looks good on you.

Thanks.

- That's great.

- I still haven't given you my best pitch.

- Sure you have.

- No.

Okay.

Look, Curly, I really want to thank you

for what you did for my son.

You know, what do you say?

Let's call it a night?

All right.

Come on, admit it. We're alone.

Admit what?

Admit you're hitting

because Primo's not around.

That's a bunch of bullshit.

Come on.

It doesn't hurt he's not around.

Come on, level with me.

Level with me.

Come on, I saved your kid.

You wanna pay me back?

Be honest with me and tell me

you're a little happy that he's dead.

- Hey.

- No, no. I'm not happy that he's dead.

Come on.

Curly. Curly, I already told you no.

No, I am not happy

that he's dead. Okay?

Okay? Can I have my hand back now?

Thanks.

I'm really tired. Really.

I'm going to sleep. Take care.

Simple "thank you"

would have been nic"e..."

...for a teammate

who lays down a sacrifice.

Hey, look,

you need a ride or anything?

I got my own wheels. Thanks, Bob.

Good. Bradley, let's go.

If you need anything,

just call me, all right?

And I'll get back to you.

Okay, bye.

Take care. Come on, Bradley.

Hey, Bob?

Bobby. What about the glove, Bob?

Keep it!

I remember when Mick recorded this.

December '77.

We drove home at dawn.

Who's Mick?

A great friend of mine.

- Where we going?

- We're going fishing.

- Why can't my dad come?

- Your dad could come.

But he has a big game tomorrow,

and we gotta pick up Coop.

Why are we fishing at night?

Night fishing is best. No boats

to scare the fish away.

We'll sucker them in with a flashlight,

cut them up with this.

Go ahead, take it. It's yours.

- You sure?

- Yeah, it's yours. Take it.

- Well, thanks.

- Just don't cut yourself.

- Hello.

- Hey, Curly.

Hey, Bobby. Hey.

Say hello to your father.

He's on the phone.

Hi, Dad. We're going fishing.

That's great. That's great, Sean.

Listen, Curly, could you

pick up the handset so we could talk?

Sure thing, slugger.

- Yeah.

- Curly, is it raining where you are?

- No, I'm far from the beach.

- Didn't know you'd take the car.

- I thought the kid, he'd like to get away.

- Listen, Curly...

...before you do anything stupid,

I don't think this is a good idea.

You don't think. You're a lucky idiot.

I'm not f***ing with you.

- All right.

- Don't get angry at me, Bob.

- Curly?

- Bob?

I just want my son back.

- Bob?

- What?

- Bobby.

- What?!

Listen to you. You're hanging on every

word I say. This is really something.

Curly, what do you want?

What do you want from me?

Don't talk back.

You show me some respect.

Without people like me,

you're nothing.

We're the ones that get you

your 40 million.

- Look, what do you want?

- What do I want?

I want when they thinkof you,

they thinkof me.

Curly, I don't know what the f***

I did to you to piss you off...

...but my son has nothing

to do with this.

Oh, Bobby, it's not what you did to me,

it's what I did for you, number 11.

- You owe me.

- I owe you what?

Check your freezer.

I'll hang on.

- There's a surprise.

- What the f...? Curly.

- Go ahead, check your freezer.

- All right, I'll check the freezer.

Curly, don't hang up this phone.

You hear me?

Oh, my God!

He finally figures it out,

ladies and gentlemen.

It's really true what they say

about sluggers.

They are really, really stupid.

Well, I'm a pitcher, Bobby.

Pitchers use their brains.

Come on, Bradley.

We'll play a joke on him,

so you just play along.

- All right.

- Okay?

Hey, Coop.

Gil.

Gil.

- Gil Renard.

- Yeah.

Gil Renard.

Yeah, long time no see, Gil.

- This is my son.

- Hi.

Come on in, fellas.

Go ahead.

Man, that is a kick-ass car.

You done good for yourself.

You never see nothing like that

in the Bronx.

I always thought

you'd be managing by now.

- Managing?

- Yeah, in the majors.

Nobody calls me Coop anymore,

you sick son of a b*tch.

How'd you find me anyway?

I looked you up.

Whose kid is that, really?

- You really want to know?

- Yeah.

- Bobby Rayburn's.

- Jesus f***.

Same old f***ing Gil. Come on.

Really?

He'll be on in a minute.

You'll recognize his voice.

All right, incoming call. Notify

incoming call. Turn off all radios.

Okay, this is it.

Bob.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Bobby, you still up?

- Bad time to be calling, huh?

- I'm up.

Hey, I hope I'm not calling at a bad time.

Probably got some people over, huh?

I can't hear you. You'll have to

turn the music down.

Oh, I'm sorry, slugger.

Curly, I want to talk to Sean.

Sean, he's asleep now, but he's doing

fine. Don't worry about him. He's fine.

- Curly, what do you want?

- "I've been thinking it over."

You know, in life, life just...

...comes down to one single action.

What do you want?

I want you to hit a home run

for me, Bob.

Are you serious?

Remember that kid in chemo...

...whose life was unfair to him?

That's how I'm feeling.

My life has been unfair to me.

The only difference is, I'll be able to see

you hit that home run tomorrow.

And I got a photo here.

I'm gonna get it to you. And I want you

to put it on the Jumbotron, okay?

- Yeah.

- Then I want you to stand up and tell...

...the 50 million viewers...

...that this home run

is dedicated to Gil, a true fan.

- What do you think?

- I can't believe you're serious.

I'm serious as a heart attack, Bobby.

That's pretty serious, isn't it?

There comes a time in everybody's life

when you have to stand for something.

Otherwise, you're just

passing on through.

So, Bobby, I'm watching you.

If that pitcher goes easy on you,

I'll kill your f***ing kid.

Surprise, surprise.

Hey, Bobby.

I'm still here.

Now do you care?

You get in some serious sh*t for that.

Cops are gonna be all over us.

Boy, all of a sudden,

you lost your sense of humour.

- Did you get it?

- Couldn't get him.

He's calling from Rayburn's car. We

should be able to nail him to the district.

You're not gonna believe this kid.

Just like old times, huh, Coop?

- You know, that's not my real dad.

- It's okay, kid.

Come on, I'm waiting.

I'm waiting. The signals.

What happened? Did you forget

everything? Come on, Coop.

Hang in there, kid.

Bring the bat up, slugger.

Come on, look like a hitter.

Bring it up.

Bring it up. Come on.

Come on! Come on, slugger,

bring the f***ing bat up.

Come on.

That's my boy.

It's all right, kid, hang in there, now.

Hang in there.

Coop, you d*ckhead!

Come on, kid. Come on.

Go. Go. Up the fence. Come on.

Come on, push. Push. Go.

Go. Go on. Go, kid, go.

Coop, what are you doing?

Why did you do that?

We could've been teammates.

We were teammates.

We could've made it to the bigs.

It was Little League.

We were 12 years old.

Come on.

That's my boy.

Ladies and gentlemen,

leading off the second inning...

... Giants centre fielder, number 33,

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