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You must be so proud.

Oh, it's a good hobby.

Jack is very talented.

The way he's able

to draw inspiration

from so many influences

and distill it down into

something so uniquely his own...

it's incredibly rare.

Oh, like I said, good hobby.

And baseball is a great...

game.

Jack, I got to take off.

Not too late tonight.

Big game tomorrow.

Big event tomorrow.

- Good job, son.

- Thanks.

You know, Jack said

his mother is a painter.

There's nothing better than

a budding artist

learning from a parent.

Where is she this evening?

We're divorced.

Oh.

I'm sorry. Uh, he didn't say.

Don't be. We haven't seen her

in six years.

I see. He didn't mention...

She's not really

worth mentioning,

especially not

to his art teacher.

Oh oh oh oh

Move right ahead

into this door

No matter what,

we'll break...

- Hey. You made it.

- Ah, what's up man?

- What's up? How are you?

- How you doing?

Hey - All right. Want a drink?

No. I'm good. Have you seen Em?

- Yeah. She's out back.

- All right.

In this life,

we're learning

All the bad, the good,

and the refrains

Love is life

Ooh, love

- What's up, man?

- Hey, babe.

Teaching Austin how to drive.

- In your dreams, JV.

- Uh-uh.

Oh! Eat it, York.

Shouldn't you be

in college right now?

Just get me something

"schmeet," loser.

Oh, "schmeet."

You know, that's why

you should be in college, loser.

So, Em, there's something

I've been wanting

to tell you now for a while.

Who is that?

Her name's Kelsey, I think.

Oh, my God. Are those pearls?

- Be nice.

- I'm nice...

most of the time.

Hey.

- How'd it go tonight?

- Pretty good, actually. I...

Oh, sorry. Kelsey, Emily.

Emily, Kelsey.

- Nice to meet you.

- You too.

I love your necklace.

Oh, thank you.

Nothing says

"I'm better than you"

quite like a string

of oyster vagina beads.

- Hungry?

- Famished.

Come on. I have a feeling

I am gonna like you way better

than that last skank

Frankie brought around.

- She's your cousin.

- By marriage.

- Should I be worried?

- I'd be.

Look what we got here.

So...

That Emily sure has

a lot of questions.

Yeah. She's kind of

a pain in the ass.

No. I think

she's just protective.

Protective of what?

Your little group.

I think it's sweet

how close you all are.

And your friends aren't?

Not like yours.

Why not?

You're not that wretched.

Well, thank you. Very kind.

When I was little, my...

we used to move around every one

or two years for my dad's job,

and I wasn't super conducive to

deep and meaningful friendships.

I guess it kind of just

became a habit, you know?

It was easier to not let

myself get too attached.

Well, if that's the case,

then...

why are you here with me?

I don't know.

I guess sometimes

easy gets boring.

What you doing there, Picasso?

- Nothing. Just...

- Hey, but wait, dude.

You never told me

how that thing went tonight.

Oh.

Actually, I, uh...

Oh, dude!

Congratulations, man.

- That's awesome.

- Thank you.

So is this art thing becoming,

like, a "thing" thing or...?

You know, I don't know anymore.

You don't know?

What do you mean you don't know?

I just don't know.

Jack.

What?

I don't know.

It just doesn't matter.

- Sorry. Did I wake you?

- Nope.

I was up, but I asked you not

to stay out too late.

- I was with Em.

- Oh, really?

Because she called an hour ago,

looking for you.

Jack?

Where have you been?

Just walking around, thinking.

Thinking?

Thinking about what?

I don't know.

Just... It doesn't matter, okay?

I've got a lot on my mind.

Well, that's just it.

You just need one thing

on your mind, your future.

- That's all I'm thinking about.

- Really?

Because lately,

it doesn't seem like you are.

What the hell

is that supposed...

Hey! I'm still your father.

You're late to practice.

Your swing's getting worse,

and now you're breaking curfew

the night before a big game.

- Curfew sucks.

- What was that?

I said who the hell cares

about my stupid curfew?

I do!

I care about your future...

because I care about you...

even when you don't.

Do you have any idea

the sacrifices

that have been made,

that I've made to get you...

You just want me to go to State

because you weren't good enough!

Where are my cleats?

You want me to drop you off

on my way to work?

I can just ride my bike.

Are you sure? It's on my way.

Ah, it's okay.

How the hell

did they get up here?

Oh, I'll take him.

I need to have

a little man-to-man anyway.

I don't think

that's a good idea.

Ah, pipe down,

you piping piper-er.

I'm gonna just hit the can,

and then we'll hit the road.

All right, just go

before your dad gets back.

What about Dad?

Let me worry about your father.

- Bye. I love you.

- All right. See you later.

Surprise.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

- Nice to see you too.

- I'm sorry.

It's just... I was about to leave.

I know. I thought

you might like a ride.

Linda, car keys!

Uh, I'm late.

Do you mind if I drive?

Kiss?

Hey, Jack.

Ms. Rachels.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Yeah, well, it's not

exactly Yankee Stadium,

but I thought I'd come and see

what all the fuss is about,

show some support, you know?

Go, Owls. Hoot, hoot!

- Well, have fun.

- Hey, I got your email.

And I would love to write you

a letter of recommendation.

Guys, bring it in!

Welcome, folks,

on this beautiful day,

as your Peoria Owls

take on the Diamondbacks.

Welcome.

Leading off for

the Diamondbacks, Sawyer Malone.

You know, State has

a great fine arts department.

- Really?

- No, man.

Of course they don't.

Dude, stop staring

at Ms. Rachels.

- Get that ball!

- Jack, heads up.

Pay attention.

Ooh. No college for you.

Jack, it's all good.

Let's do this!

Batting now, Scott Kruger.

- Austin, Austin!

- Just to be clear...

Move in a little!

Get it in, man. Let's go!

Ackerman! Ackerman!

- Out!

- Good!

I see Kelsey showed up.

Yeah, she showed up at my house

to take me to the game too.

How's her dad look?

I don't know.

Well, how's her mom look?

Dude, stop.

How's her dog look?

What the hell, dude?

Just leave it alone.

Corgi?

A sexy little corgi? Okay.

Safe!

Whoo!

Batting for the Owls,

Evan Willow.

You really like this girl,

don't you?

She's okay.

Sanders, Payton,

get your head in the game.

All right, boys,

let's get it back!

Hey.

You know, if I were you,

I'd be worried

about her pops, man.

All that blue

around your collar,

it might not be what he has

in mind for his little princess.

Hey, guys, you want to focus up?

Sorry, Coach.

Why should I care

what her dad thinks?

Dude, 'cause she cares.

They all do.

Go knock one out of the park.

Now batting,

left fielder, Frankie Payton.

Strike! He's out!

Let's go, Frankie.

Strike three! You're out!

I don't believe this.

Come on!

- You know what you should do?

- Yeah.

Sanders!

Second base!

Porro, take center.

Second...

now!

What? This is bullshit.

You'll be great, buddy.

Okay, Jack.

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