The Outfield
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Right, yeah.
Hey, Sanders! You're late!
Sorry, Coach.
A little hustle
would be good right about now!
Hey.
Hey, Picasso.
Where you been?
Just got distracted, you know?
Is that paint on your glove?
Yeah, I guess I left
the lid open.
- So, then what happened?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
So I texted him. He texted me.
I texted him.
He didn't text me back.
So I texted him again.
Then that little
"I'm writing something" bubble
popped up, those little...
the three dots.
Then that disappeared.
What is that about?
You think something's wrong
with his phone?
There's something wrong,
all right,
but it's not with his phone.
It's like we're monkeys
in a frickin' zoo.
You're the one
they're looking at.
Seriously, dude, I don't know
why you don't just sign
with one of them
and get it over with.
What about you, man? Any calls?
No.
It'll happen.
You know, I heard it helps
if you actually attend class.
Okay, good job!
Let's go! Banana drills.
Oh.
Right in the jaw.
Yeah, you think
that's funny, huh?
Outfield!
His panties are in quite
the bunch today, huh, guys?
When aren't they?
- That guy needs to get laid!
- Dude.
He's not wrong.
- Good hit.
- Don't sound so surprised.
Of course. Maybe if they had
real coffee here...
- Hey, Ms. Rachels.
- Oh. Hey, Jack.
How's your mural coming along?
Actually... and maybe you
could help me with this...
I was trying to digitize
some of my animation drawings.
Oh, yeah. Sorry, Jack.
Digital animation is a little
out of my league...
no pun intended.
Uh... Oh, before I forget,
I, uh... I finished that book
you gave me.
- Oh. Did you like it?
- I loved it.
I thought it was amazing
how Haring
held on to his graffiti roots
even after he became,
like, an art superstar
and how Basquiat
like, a... like,
a little artist community
and they inspired each other.
Well, you know what they say.
It takes an artist
to know an artist.
Hey. Can I ask?
like New York
to come to a place like Peoria?
I mean, not that it's bad
or anything.
I just needed a change.
- You ever go to Yankee Stadium?
- Oh, sure. Plenty of times.
Not real fond
of the new one, though.
Me neither. It's like
a ballpark on steroids...
which I guess
is kind of fitting.
Hey, Jack? Has anyone ever
told you that you have talent?
Yeah. Wait. You mean with art?
Yeah, with art.
No, not really.
- Well, you do.
- Thank you.
You know,
I may be way out of line,
but, uh, I have something
I really want you to consider.
California Institute
of the Arts?
Cal Arts.
It's all art all the time...
painting, drawing, sculpture,
and arguably the best
character-animation program
in the country.
It's basically
Eric Darnell went there?
And Tim Burton,
John Lasseter, Brad Bird.
Well, if you're interested,
I can help you
fill out an application.
Look, Ms. Rachels,
I really appreciate that you're
thinking of me and everything,
but I'm playing ball next year.
Oh, I was under the impression
that your college plans
were still undecided.
Technically, I haven't
but the ball part's
pretty much a given.
Well, in the meantime,
consider your options,
all of your options.
There you are. I've been
looking everywhere for you.
Oh, hey, Em.
Ha ha. Very funny.
Hey, I heard the scouts
were out today. How'd it go?
You know, they don't
really say much to us.
Well, they better be
paying attention
when you're out on the field.
I didn't defer your college
for my health.
I know. I know.
Just think, you, me, State.
No parents, no curfews,
coed dorms.
- Can't forget about those.
- Me neither.
Oh, shoot.
Time to babysit
I love my life.
Don't go too hard on 'em.
Me?
Never.
Every second step
is a stumble
That gets you closer
to the line
You're a mystery kid
And whatever you get,
you borrow
But it's hard to know
You never believed
I was set to see
But I've got eyes
in the back of my head
And you never conceived
I could read your book so well
Let's go, Jack!
You're a ghost in this life
A collection
of un-waved sails
You're a ghost
In the party line
- You sure it's set on six?
- Hey, you guys...
Uh, what?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, it is.
Hey, you guys want
to help me break in
my dad's new Jet Ski
this weekend?
No way, dude.
I got scouts in town.
Yeah. Me either.
Why not?
I got stuff I got to do.
Does "stuff" have anything to do
with Sheila Cohen's parents
being out of town this weekend?
- What? Dude, that's...
Her hotness is,
like, epic level.
Doesn't she have a brother?
- Nope.
- Hot ones never do.
No, please. Don't get up.
I got it.
Good, man. You're doing great.
"Franchising opportunity"...
Ugh.
This sucks.
Jack's got suitors.
You got stuff.
Such balls, man.
What am I supposed to do?
Hey. Can you come load
me again?
Ackerman! Can you take care
of that, please?
I'm sure you'll find someone
willing to apply sunblock
to all
your hard-to-reach places.
They won't have
your gentle touch.
Gentle like this?
Ooh. Hmm.
Actually, no.
A little bit more like this.
All right.
Hey.
Welcome to
Austin York's Batting Bonanza.
I am Austin York.
- Cage for two?
- Yes, please.
Oh, well,
right this way, please.
Watch your step over
our little helper friend here.
It's kind of a charity thing.
We do a lot of that here at
Austin York's Batting Bonanza.
Right this way.
So we have Jack Sanders here,
all-star,
hitting in this cage if Ackerman
would just load the machine!
Cage three, right?
Yes.
Uh, 40 bucks.
There's no student discount?
Let me guess, Oak Lawn?
Uh, how'd you know?
Platinum is the card of choice
among Peoria's elite.
Shoot. We left
the bats in the cage.
What's so funny?
It's easy to do
when you're used to people
picking up after you.
Excuse me?
He dies, by the way, Gatsby.
At the end of the book,
Wilson mistakes him
for Tom and shoots him.
I know. I saw the movie too.
Hey, there he is,
- Coach Schoffman.
- Hey.
Take a load off, son.
I didn't realize
you were in town, sir.
Yeah. I'm taking a look
at a couple of... thank you...
a couple of juniors
over at East.
Do you know Greg Sanford
and Doug Millan?
- Hey, Jackie.
- Hey, Dad.
Played against Sanford
in the Final Four last year.
So how are things going?
Really good. Just, you know,
working on my swing.
Oh, well, you know,
the hitting coach at State
is one of the best
in the game...
that is, of course,
if you sign with us.
But no pressure.
Well, I got a lot of homework
get started on.
All right, all right.
Well, it's always good
to see you, kid.
You too, sir.
- Night, bud.
- Night, Dad.
Oh.
Oh, I remember
when your mom took this.
How is she?
Have you heard from her lately?
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