The Fan Page #8

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Bobby Rayburn.

Well, the forecast is for rain tonight.

There's a mist falling as Rayburn steps

towards the box.

He's been more aggressive

the last month of the season.

Who do we have on line two?

- Just a fan.

- Hey, Mr. Fan, how you doing?

Wanna say you're lucky to be

in the stadium tonight.

Really? Why's that?

- Is that a Giants watch I hear playing?

- Yes, it is.

- Is that my buddy Gil?

- Maybe.

This'll be one of the most amazing

nights in the game's history.

- "It'll be incredible."

- Really? Why's that, Gil?

I'm telling you,

the Kirk Gibson homer...

...Ripken breaking Gehrig's record,

peanuts compared to tonight.

You're talking about classic moments

in baseball history.

What's happening tonight

that could top those?

Let's just say Bobby Rayburn's...

- "... in for the night of his life."

- Why, Gil?

Well, some people are ungrateful.

They should be taught a lesson.

Strike!

Are you calling from

inside the stadium?

- Wouldn't you like to know?

- "Well..."

You got good seats? Are you behind

first base? Can you see me?

Can I see you?

Yeah, you're waving right at me.

Have a nice night.

Gil, wait. Before you hang up,

I wanted to ask you a question.

- Trying to trace the call, Jewel?

- What? What was that, Gil?

You'll never find me.

- Strike!

- Have a nice night.

Gil. F***!

Come on, man, go get him!

Play!

Yes!

Sh*t.

Now batting, number 10, Brad Tjader.

- Did you feel that raindrop?

- What?

I felt rain.

- The guy's not gonna be crazy enough...

- He's here! The guy's here.

- He could've been near a radio.

- He's in the stadium.

Look at that. That is one fine piece

of craftsmanship.

- What?

- The knife.

It's a first edition. See how it

says "prototype?

That means it's a collector's piece.

"Renard & Garrity." It's a local firm,

isn't it? Gilbert Renard?

What are you waiting for,

a clue, an invite?

This guy is gonna kill Bobby's kid

if you don't find him in nine innings.

Ladies and gentlemen, leading off

the bottom of the eighth...

... number 33, Bobby Rayburn.

Bobby's as safe as Kennedy was

in Dallas. What are you looking for?

Play!

Ball one.

- What, are you walking me?

- Consider it a compliment, d*ckhead.

F***! Do you know what you're

doing to me?!

- They're giving him first base.

- Throw the pitch!

F***!

F***.

Oh, man, the ump's gonna

call the game. Oh, my... F***.

Oh, God, please don't do this.

I'm begging you.

Don't... Throw the pitch.

For God's sake, listen to me!

Throw the pitch!

Throw the f***ing pitch!

- Do you know what you're doing to me?

- "The umpire has decided..."

... to send both teams

into the dugouts.

It looks like we've got a rain delay.

Ladies and gentlemen, the umpire

has called for a rain delay...

... with the Padres

leading the Giants 2 to 1.

Do you and your dad have a special

place he and you like to go?

Stadium in the Sky's

our Little League park.

My dad used to play there

when he was a kid.

Is my daddy in trouble?

Ladies and gentlemen...

... we resume play with the Giants

batting in the bottom of the eighth.

Proceed to Little League park

Stadium in the Sky, 24th and Sanchez.

We pick it up in the eighth inning...

...on what might be Rayburn's

last at-bat.

They'll play on this wet field.

The cold night air is getting

to everybody. Look at Rayburn.

He's going to the mound to have

a chat with Martinez.

- Oh, sh*t.

- I don't give a f*** what he tells you.

Throw the ball over the plate,

or I'll break your head in.

- F*** you.

- You hear me?

This may go back to when Martinez

pitched for Pittsburgh.

He drilled Rayburn in his back

with a fastball.

We are seeing it all tonight, Rick.

- Let's go, gentlemen.

- First pitch is at your head, buddy.

Come on, man, do this! Do this!

A critical at-bat for Rayburn,

the $40 million San Francisco Giant.

Probably his last chance

to get the Giants even.

Here in the bottom of the eighth,

the Giants trail 2 to 1.

- "Swung on. Strik e one."

- Strike!

All right, come on! Come on, Bobby!

Swung on and missed. Strik e two.

Rayburn in the hole.

One strike left

for Bobby Rayburn tonight.

Jesus Christ, man.

Air Seven copy. Proceeding

to Stadium in the Sky. Over.

- Man.

- They're gonna call the game.

They're gonna call this f***ing game.

Two and two. Two balls, two strik es.

And Rayburn down to his last strik e.

Bobby knows he's had

two pitches to drive there.

Now at 2-2, you're not gonna

get another good pitch to hit.

Maybe, since it's damp, he's having

trouble holding the ball.

This game could be called

at any second.

Play ball!

San Diego protecting

its one-run lead.

Martinez readies, steadies

and delivers to...

Rayburn drives it deep

to right centre field!

- Yes!

- Yes! Go!

- Run!

- Home run!

It's off the wall. Rayburn could get

three if he hustles.

Robinson having trouble

just getting to the ball.

Rayburn, rounding second,

headed for third.

He ran through the stop sign. It could

be an inside-the-park home run!

The relay from Park er!

Rayburn slides, headfirst!

And he is...

... in there!

Yes!

You're out!

What is that?

Bad f***ing call, man!

- You're out! Sit down!

- No, no, no.

I beat it by a f***ing mile!

You're out. You're questioning my call?

Sit down! You're out! Sit down!

You're the f***ing guy!

He's the f***ing guy!

It's the umpire!

What the f*** is that?

This way! Break it open!

- Sh*t.

- What the hell's going on?

Okay, okay. I just want my kid back.

Batter up, Bobby.

I waited a long time for this.

No, no, no, wait. No. Okay, look.

- Where's Sean?

- Where do you think he is?

Come on, where is my son?

Where's...? Bobby,

where's my home run?

What?! Curly. Curly.

Where's my son?!

Where is he? I don't know.

I guess he's in that big stadium

in the sky.

I'm telling you, Curly,

if you hurt my f***ing kid...

...I swear to God I'll kill you!

- Bobby. Bobby. Be nice, Bob.

What do you want from me?

I don't want anything.

I just want you to...

- I never showed you my best pitch.

- Curly!

Curly!

Freeze!

No, no, don't shoot! He's got my son.

Now do you care?

Bobby, now do you care?

Just a little bit?

Curly, don't!

Curly, where's my son?

Where's Sean, Curly?

Where's my son?

A simple "thank you"

would have been nice.

Where's my son?

Curly, where's my son?!

There she is,

site of the old stadium.

Sean!

Sean!

Sean!

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- I love you, Sean.

- I love you, Dad.

I got him!

What you are seeing here

is a sad turn of events indeed.

Gil Renard, an unemployed

knife salesman...

... was shot to death by the police

during tonight's game.

Here's how it happened.

Bobby Rayburn...

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