The Outfield Page #4

Strike three! You're out!

- You were great.

- Seriously?

I had two errors,

and I couldn't hit a thing.

Yeah. I still...

Plus, they pulled Jack

from the Outfield.

I still really

enjoyed watching you play.

Okay, enough stewing.

Um, you're coming to dinner

at my house tonight.

I'ml can't.

I have stuff I have to do.

Can't you cancel it?

My parents really

want to meet you.

Again, I have plans.

What about tomorrow night?

It would really mean

a lot to me.

Wow. It's a beautiful morning.

Yeah, what's your dad gonna say

when he finds

out you closed up so early?

Move me to second base

just like yours.

No, man, he's cool.

Between the bowling alley,

the dry cleaner's,

car dealership,

he just kind of trusts me

with the cages.

Whoa!

And the crowd goes wild

as York rounds the bases!

As Sanders watches helplessly

from his new home

at second base.

With the speed of a cheetah

and the grace of a...

Aah!

More like a drunken fawn.

- Hey, ladies.

- Oh!

Hey, man. Where you been?

I had to help my brothers

unload some scrap at the yard.

What's he doing?

Winning the World Series.

- Of course you are.

- Yep.

I thought you'd be hanging

with Kelsey tonight.

You're, uh... you're hitting her

up later, though, right?

Not likely.

You gonna tell us

what's going on?

There's nothing to tell.

She wanted me to meet

her parents.

I don't want to. End of story.

Why don't you want

to meet her parents?

Seriously?

You're the one that told me

I wasn't good enough for them.

Look at me.

What the hell would I wear?

Oh, for the love of God.

Frankie, come on.

- Where are we going?

- My house.

Jack, pick my can up.

Babe

Dude,

I think you just drew blood.

Toughen up.

- Babes

- With four-inch heels

Airbrushed nails,

at the club

Thanks, sweetheart.

- Killer babe

- Babes

No, no.

- Those are meant to be ironic.

- No.

"Jersey Shore" was

incredibly underrated.

I was much skinnier back then.

I peaked in the seventh grade.

Look her dad square in the eye

and give him a firm handshake,

and then at dinner,

pull out her chair, you know,

show her you're a gentleman.

Oh, and bring the mom flowers.

Moms love flowers.

Just not roses.

That says "brown-noser."

Try it with the...

Mm, no, never mind.

- Yeah, no.

- No.

Absolutely, positively no PDA.

Your tongue should never

leave your mouth,

and under no circumstances,

no circumstances,

should it ever enter hers.

Just pretend

you're on a date with Emily.

That should help.

Okay, I'll be quieter.

Girls, girls, girls

Hipster douche.

You look like Kurt Cobain

after clown college.

Ask her dad about his work.

Yeah, and talk

about the weather.

Rich people love to talk

about the weather.

Just be yourself.

Not too much of yourself.

Like a PG version of yourself.

PG13, especially

if they're drinking wine.

Yeah, I think you're ready.

Go get 'em, Tiger.

- Girls, girls, girls

- Women, women

Are babes

Killer, killer - Babes

You can do this.

Can I help you?

Um... yes.

Good evening, sir.

Hello.

Is Kelsey home?

Yes, she is.

- May I speak with her, please?

- Kelsey!

You have a visitor,

a male visitor.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

What's everyone

doing out here on the porch?

Frankie, my man!

What's up, Henry?

Ah, same sh*t different,

different day.

Henry... go help set a place

at the table

for Mr. Frank, is it?

Oh. Yes, sir. Sorry.

Frankie or Franklin Jr,

wha... whatever you prefer,

whatever you want.

We'll set a place

at the table for Frankie.

I'll let your mother know

we'll be one more for dinner.

Please.

I'm so hungry.

I thought you were gonna text

me when you got home.

I'm sorry. I guess

I just got distracted.

By what?

- Just kittens being cute.

- Oh, my gosh.

I watched a baby panda sneeze

for, like, an hour yesterday.

Let me show you.

- Hey, Jack?

- Yeah.

What do you mean

by "art is in my bones"?

Em, please don't be...

Mad?

Why would I be mad?

It's not like you made me feel

like I was crazy

for thinking something was up

or like I didn't defer

an entire year of college

because you asked me

to wait for you.

Hold up.

It was your choice to defer.

When you love someone,

Jack, they don't need to ask.

You just know what they need,

and you just do it.

That's not what I meant,

and you know it.

This has nothing to do with you.

Have you just been lying to me

this whole time?

What?

Wait. Does this have something

to do with your mom?

- Huh?

- Em...

Do you have some fantasy

that she's gonna hear about this

and magically come back?

I don't know. News flash, Jack,

the woman abandoned you.

Stop! Emily, just stop!

This isn't about her or you.

This is about my entire life

being planned out for me

by other people.

I never said

I was going to Cal Arts,

but for the first time

in my life,

I feel like I can actually make

a decision.

If I go to State, all I'm gonna

do is play baseball.

What is so bad about that?

I think I want more than that.

Maybe we just want

different things.

Yeah, maybe we do.

Henry, elbows.

Wasn't it sweet of Frankie

to bring us flowers, Mom?

Yes.

They're very fresh.

Aka, stolen.

Ow.

How's your, uh...

how's your filet, dear?

It's delicious, Mrs. Meola.

It kind of tastes like steak.

If steak tastes like ball sack.

You're excused, Henry.

Yeah,

I thought that would do it.

Stay strong, brother.

- So this weather we're having...

- What about it?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's cold.

It is unseasonably chilly.

- So, Frankie...

- Yes, sir?

What are your plans

for next year?

You mean, like, college?

Yes, like college.

Um...

I'm...

I mean, I don't have anything

definitely set up yet, but I'm...

He's just weighing his options.

I see.

And is the scale tipping

in any particular direction?

Yeah. My coach is talking

to a few Division III schools.

Yeah, you know,

Frankie's a great ballplayer.

He's a part of the Outfield.

Oh, yes. Jack Sanders.

I read about you boys.

That's fabulous.

Well, what schools

are you looking at?

Uh, Augustana, Blackburn,

Tech...

and, um, I think Wesleyan.

Oh, Daddy went there.

Charles, you should give

Theo Rasmussen a call.

Theo was his college roommate.

He's also

the athletic director there.

Oh, no, ma'am. You don't...

you don't have to do that.

Don't be silly.

He wouldn't mind,

would you, Charles?

Happy to.

Hello?

Speaking.

Why are you calling me?

You sure it's her?

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

I just don't understand

why she did this.

Jack, your mom was

really nice to me

when other people weren't, so...

Her paintings were beautiful.

Yeah.

She really had that spirit,

like she didn't give a damn

what other people thought.

It's admirable.

Jack, bro, where are you going?

What are you even talking about?

This doesn't change a thing.

Just 'cause she died

doesn't mean she's a good mom.

It just means she's a dead mom.

Any word on our boy, Coach?

And now taking the field,

your Peoria Owls.

Starting in left field,

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