The Perfect Game Page #2

I do.

What now?

We are making

a Little League team!

Who's we?

My friends

and Father Esteban.

You can meet

him tomorrow at Mass.

Church? I don't think so kid.

Do you like her?

Who?

I think you

are in love.

Nah, there's

plenty of fish in the sea.

Not like

that mermaid.

You know her?

No, but I know where

she'll be tomorrow morning.

Where?

Mea culpa Mea

culpa Mea maxima culpa

Father Esteban,

this is Cesar Faz.

Ah, yes.

Good morning, Father.

Angel tells me you used to coach

in the Major League Baseball.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

Well, it must have

been something.

It was something.

Yes, well, they would like

to have that same feeling, you know?

In the American Little League.

Mr. Faz, will you be our

coach? Will you take us to America?

It would take a miracle to make

these kids into a real team.

Sometimes, God gives us

the ability to make them.

Teams?

Miracles.

These kids don't

even have a field.

Sorry, kid.

Couldn't pick a

place with more rocks, huh?

Nope.

- We did it.

- Si.

Yeah, the infield.

What about the outfield?

Angel.

Angel!

Mr. Faz!

Want to have a catch?!

Angel.

Angel.

Well, we have a field.

Yeah. You got

a field.

Lucky. It's Cesar.

Cesar? How

the heck are you?

You still got your contacts

in Williamsport?

I need you to pull

some strings,

and help me get Monterrey

a Little League franchise.

Little League? I thought

you didn't like kids.

Well, you going to lecture

me or you going to help me?

You know that's a pretty tall

order this late in the game.

I watched you

deck a shore patrolman

and then sweet-talk him into

driving you back to your ship.

I know what you can

do on a one-day leave.

Oh, good, I didn't know

I had a whole day.

Holler when you're hurting.

Oh, I'm hollering.

Five skills in baseball.

Running, catching,

throwing, hitting,

and hitting harder.

They already know

how to do all these things.

They just need you to

tell them when to do them.

Wow.

Um, thank you.

Oops.

Oh, uh.

You shouldn't hold

that so tightly.

You'll bruise

the delicate fruit inside.

You were in church

on Sunday, right?

Yes, yes I was in church

on Sunday. That was me.

I'm Maria.

I'm Cesar Faz.

You, uh...

you buy food here?

Yes, Cesar

Faz, it's a food market.

Right.

And what

do you do here?

I'm here scouting

for the team.

Oh, what kind of team?

Little

League baseball!

Here? In Monterrey?

First time

for everything, right?

Like Cesar Faz

coming to my church.

That's right. Yeah.

Well, that's all

I came for.

Yeah, we,

you and I,

uh, should go out?

Um, would you like to

join my family for dinner, tonight?

Yeah. Yeah. Tonight?

Mm-hm.

Yeah. That sounds

real nice.

7 o'clock.

Bye.

Father.

What are you guys doing here?

Recruiting, remember?

I think Mr. Faz

has been recruiting.

Okay, okay, who

do we got?

That's Fidel Ruiz.

Man, that kid can run.

Tell him it's a sin

to steal.

Unless it's bases.

He's in.

How about that kid that murdered

that cardboard decoration?

Baltazar!

He's the strongest

kid in town.

He's in. Okay. Angel,

Enrique, Ricardo, Fidel.

What about Mario?

Yes, yes, Mario's important.

He's pretty small.

Is he a great hitter?

Um, not so much.

Fantastic fielder?

Uh, not so much.

Mario.

You got a great

arm, right?

Not so much.

Mr. Faz.

Why's he so special?

Because he knows all the girls.

Mario. You

got a glove?

Yeah!

Mario, you're in.

Okay, I want you

on the field in an hour.

What about the flowers?

Flowers? For what?

For Maria.

Maybe you didn't

hear that beauty,

just invite me to her house for dinner.

Really?

Where does she live?

Diego Martin number 5.

And don't forget

the flowers.

Dear Lord, bless these boys

and the field

on which they play

for your greater

honor and glory.

Father. Son.

Holy Ghost. Amen.

Does anybody know the

Holy Trinity of baseball?

The Father, The

Son, and The Holy Ghost.

Close. Home runs, RBI's,

and batting averages.

And they all revolve

around this.

Looking good, Pepe.

Who are you?

I'm Pepe Maiz Garcia.

I play left field.

But coach hasn't

made positions yet.

Well we'll see.

Boys, meet your

new left fielder.

You think your Dad

can buy your way onto the team?

Money isn't everything.

Yeah, well, you don't have

any. And you never will.

At least I'll always be

able to kick your butt.

All right everybody!

Heads up! Runner on first.

One out, play to second. Ready? Fidel.

What runner Mr. Faz?

There's no one on the base.

Pretend.

Yogi Berra said

Well I must be

to think that I could teach

you kids baseball in four weeks.

Baltazar!

What happened?

You said Baltazar.

The unexpected play

at the unexpected time.

That's what we're

training for!

Nice play, girl.

Come on, you kids.

Keep it together.

Ugh.

Hey! Hey!

There's two

kinds of players.

Those who can play as a team and

those who won't be on this team!

You got

that! Alright.

Everybody, five laps.

It was their fight, we shouldn't

all have to run five laps!

Norberto's right.

Everybody, ten laps! Move it!

You all rise

and fall together!

What am I doing?

Again!

Again! Make sure you get it!

Grounder!

What are you doing?

Mr. Faz,

you have a date!

Get back to your

position! Go!

Again!

Again!

Again!

Anyone jogging's

going to make the whole team

run an extra

five laps,

and I know you

don't want that.

You want to be a champ,

you got to run like a champ.

Come on,

keep up, Ricardo.

Way to go, Norberto.

I don't know what men

do in America, but in Mexico,

they treat a woman

with more respect.

Sorry.

Practice ran late,

and running the boys...

Perhaps you

just forgot.

Mr. Faz, here are the flowers

you got for the lady yesterday.

Flowers?

You got this for me?

I... I know you told

me to put them in water,

they're

a little wilted.

They're beautiful.

Um, Mario.

Your laps.

Oh! Because I didn't put the

flowers in the water, right!!

It's okay.

#Take me out

To the Ballgame #

#Take me out to the crowd #

#Buy me some peanuts #

#And cracker jack #

#I don't care

If I never get back #

#Let me root, root, root

For the home team #

#And if they don't win

it's a shame #

#For it's one #

#Two #

#Three strikes, you're out #

#At the old ball game #

#Yeah #

#Let me root, root, root

For the home team #

#And if they don't win #

#It's a shame #

#For it's one #

#Two #

#Three strikes, you're out #

#At the old ball game #

Now I have some

announcements to make,

thanks to your

continuing prayers,

Mrs. Montez's boils

have finally healed.

And Senora Santana,

has given birth

to triplets!

And lastly,

Monterrey, has just been awarded its

very first Little League franchise!

#For it's one, two #

## Three strikes,

You're out #

## At the old ball game ##

They're limping.

I made them wear their baseball

shoes for the past few days.

But their feet

will blister.

Better now

than at the field.

You're treating them like

you're still a manager

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