The Perfect Game Page #3
in that magic
league in St. Louis.
It's Major League,
Maria, Major.
Still, it seems
mean to me.
What's mean you is you not
going out to dinner with me.
Not until you meet
my Father, it's only proper.
We come back
from Texas on Wednesday,
tell him I'll meet him
that night, I promise.
Okay.
Are they praying?
No, they're
watching that hummingbird.
Why?
I told them when they see
his wings they can hit any pitch.
You don't really believe
that, do you Father?
They do.
On the field!
Five minutes!
Nine of you boys
showed up
but only one team
is going to McAllen.
I got fourteen!
I'll make up the
two shifts next weekend.
Two shifts? And you'll
be back next weekend?
I will be back.
Stop filling
Angel's head with crazy ideas.
Like what?
Like going to Texas
to play baseball.
He needs to know
his place.
Like where, here? Working
the furnaces at Fundidora?
Fundidora feeds
my family.
My Father and Grandfather worked here,
and so will Angel.
Well maybe Angel's got his own
dreams, you ever think about that?
Dreams don't
build cities.
Men and iron do.
You make a very
handsome baseball star.
Umberto.
Where does he
think he's going?
To Texas with the team, remember?
I don't remember
saying you can go.
Umberto.
Papa, I'm going.
Why not?
One less mouth to feed for a few days.
Come on, we're late for the bus.
Si.
Purpose of your
visit to the United States?
Baseball game
in McAllen.
That's over ten miles away.
There's no bus stop here.
They're used
to walking.
One pair of
underwear, that's all they brought?
They only
got one game.
See that you don't
leave no one behind.
#To the
miracle of the light #
#From the darkness
Of the night #
#When you see forever #
#In everything you do #
Pepe, use mine.
#No matter what you dream
Good luck.
Friends.
Don't forget,
it's only a three-day visa.
#Open your eyes #
#Awake and realize #
#That the journey
You must take #
#Is the miracle you make #
Listen up, y'all.
going to kick some butt.
That's right!
What the...
They've never seen
mowed grass before.
Oh.
Well, if that
don't beat all.
We going to play baseball with
them? Or use them as fertilizer?
They'll never get
past the first game.
Let's go.
Angel, Enrique, I want
you to line up right here.
Look at who we're playing.
It will be a good warm up for
the tournament.
Now listen, you both
worked really hard,
but only one of you
can start. You decide.
Hey, babies,
where's your pretty girl now?
You know what?
You start.
For Gloria.
Come here, boys.
Everybody join hands.
Holy cow, they're
holding hands.
They're saying
a prayer.
let them come out victorious
and get a lot
of hits, okay?
They need to.
Enrique Suarez, delivers,
and Donowitz swings,
hits a high fly ball,
Pepe Maiz is under it and makes the catch!
Yeah.
Hey, coach!
Might want to remind
your boys
there's more than one
out in a baseball game.
They'll catch on.
laughing and shouting]
Yeah!
Bottom of the
fifth, and Veragosa digs in.
Oh!
Time! What are you kids doing?
Take the base.
Monterrey's Coach
Faz is coming out to the mound.
We're only losing by two runs.
The only word I heard in
that sentence was "losing."
They're bigger
than us.
Everybody's
bigger than us.
five innings of baseball.
Lucky for you
there is six innings.
But Mr. Faz, they're
the Mexico City All Stars!
Wrong. They're
the Yankees.
And you're the mighty Brooklyn Dodgers.
The mighty who?
You heard me!
Gil Hodges,
get back
to first base.
Duke Snider,
center field.
Roy Campanella,
behind the plate.
Don Newcombe,
take the mound.
Pee Wee Reese?
Third base.
Strike!
Strike Two!
Strike Three!
Side is out.
Top of the sixth,
Monterrey still down by two.
Three more outs, and Monterrey
Industrials will be going home.
Safe!
Safe!
Boy have the tables turned,
three more outs and it'll be the
Mexico City All Stars going home.
Hey!
You're out!
Two outs, and Veragosa
is Mexico City's last hope, he
swings, he hits a high pop up.
No. I got it.
And Monterrey Industrial
wins their first game by 7 runs!
Now we play for Mexico.
We'll make your team proud.
Okay, then do it.
Mexico All Stars!
We are the Monterrey
Industrials! Viva Mexico!
It's a good thing
they're celebrating today,
because tomorrow they're
gonna face our Texas boys,
for some real
American baseball.
Alright, we got
a big game tomorrow.
I want you boys to rest
up, get plenty of sleep.
Oh, when did
this happen?
Last Saturday. On the
field, I stepped on a glass.
Oh! Does it hurt?
Yes.
Why didn't you
tell anybody?
I was afraid you
wouldn't let me come.
You're not going to be
able to play on this foot.
Then I will play
on the other.
You'll play on the other.
It's okay, Norberto.
You'll be all right.
In case you
wondered what those things are
that I lugged from Monterrey,
they're called bats.
And if you want to put
numbers on that scoreboard,
these are your tools. Time
for some hitting drills.
Mr. Faz, the game is in one hour.
Well what a perfect time then. Come on.
Batting practice?
Who do y'all think you're
messing with here, huh?
Disinterested. No opinion.
Don't care. Request denied.
Denied.
One more sec. Mac.
May provoke a nuclear
arms race in space.
Arms race in space?
Come on, Frankie. What's
next? Men on the moon?
It's good stuff, Mac.
Besides, it's my day off.
Yeah about that, I need you
to cover a Little League game.
Our team's got a chance
at the tournament.
A kid's baseball game? No.
Riley's your sports writer.
His wife's
expecting any minute.
Well what
about Hayne?
Got him working on the
Governor Daniels story.
Well, you got plenty of other
men on your staff, don't you?
I hear you know more about
the game than any of them.
Ain't you named
after a ballplayer?
I hate baseball.
What are you,
some kind of communist?
Yeah, you got me, that's why I
work here for next to nothing.
Hm.
Fine. What's so
important about this game?
We got some boys
come up from Mexico
thought we'd play the
invasion angle, you know,
our boys defending what
their Granddaddy's fought for.
And what if
the Mexicans win?
ain't gonna to score a single run.
I did not study journalism to get
stuck on this back page assignment.
I'm not doing it,
and that's final.
That's fine, not everybody
is cut out for the Gazette.
Why don't you run out and get yourself
an apron, maybe, find a husband.
You know, you say that one more
time, I will punch you in the nose.
It's been awhile
since I fought a woman.
We're not in the same
weight class, I don't think.
3 o'clock.
McAllen field!
I take that as a yes?
Well, at least we know they
didn't bring any ringers.
Heck, they don't look
but nine or ten.
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