The Rookie Page #5
# And the rockets' red glare #
# Gave proof
through the night #
# That our flag
# Oh, say, does that
star-spangled banner yet wave #
# O'er the land of the free #
# And the home of the brave #
Cal:
[ On P.A. ]A stirring rendition
from Big Lake
Rotary President,
Henry Sampson.
All right, all right.
We're a different team
than last time
They're ripe
for the pickin'.
Just...Iet's not be nervous
out there.
[ Panting ]
Nothing to be nervous about.
Let's play baseball.
[ Cheers ]
[ Cheering ]
Go! Go! Go!
Go all the way!
Coach:
Wave him home!Home! Home! Home!
Safe!
Yes! Yeah!
Come on, guys.
Guys, come on.
Settle down.
Owls player:
Shake it off,baby. Shake it off.
Wack!
Give me the ball!
Damn!
Boys from Big Lake
In an early hole --
Keep your heads up.
Get this thing back to even.
Wack:
It's all right.Joel:
Come on, boys.It's the first inning.
All right, Brandon,
grab some wood.
Joe David, you're on deck.
This guy's fastball stinks,
so be looking out for his curve,
all right?
Umpire:
Batter up!All right, one hit at a time,
one swing at a time,
one run at a time.
Come on, now.
Watch him! Let's go!
What do you say, Miguel?
Wack:
All right, Miguel.Come on.
Joel:
Let's get a hit.Let's get a hit.
Umpire:
He's out![ Groans ]
Damn.
Owls still with that zero
up on the board.
Rowley player:
Throw him out!Out!
A scorcher that dang-near
took our boy's head off.
[ Applause ]
[ Cheering ]
Whoo!
Come on, slide!
Safe! And that puts Big Lake
In scoring position.
You all right?
Owls player:
Whoo!Cal:
Rudy Bonilla comingto the plate.
Come on, baby!
Come on!
Owls player:
Come on!Let's go!
Owls player #2:
Come on!Send him home!
[ Cheering ]
Safe! Safe!
Yeah!
A suicide squeeze,
and the Owls
are on the scoreboard.
Go, ball, go!
Yeah!
[ Cheering ]
Yeah!
Spectacular catch, and the Owls
are hanging in there.
Come on, Wack!
Cal:
Joe DavidI see it! I see the fear
in his eyes, Wack!
Come on, baby!
Come on, baby! Just do it!
Let's go, baby!
Joel:
Let's go, Wack!Come on!
Come on, now!
Come on, Wack!
Go, Wack!
Come on, Wack!
Come on, Wack!
Come on, Wack!
Let's go, Wack!
Come on, baby!
[ Cheering ]
[ Whistling ]
Go! Go!
Go! Come on!
Stay! Stay!
Whoa! Whoa!
Whoo!
No!
Safe!
Yeah!
Whoo!
Joe David!
Whoo!
Yes!
Big Lake takes the lead.
Rudy Bonilla
working with a full count.
Ruffneck runners
on first and second.
Owls player:
Smoke it by him!
Come on, 'Necks!
You can do it!
[ Grunts ]
Ball four.
[ Groans ]
Bases now full of Ruffnecks.
Owls player:
Right here, Rudy!Right here, right now!
Owls player #2:
We got him!Owls player #3:
Let's go, Rudy!
Let's get this out!
Look him down, Rudy!
Look him down!
Cal:
Last year's District MVPCory Jones coming to the plate.
Rowley player:
All right, Cory!
Rowley player #2:
'Necks all the way!
Owls player:
Throw him some heat, Rudy!
Woman:
Yeah! Whoo!Umpire:
Ball![ Booing ]
Come on, baby!
Joe David:
Come on, Rudy!
What do you say now?!
Aw, come on, now, Rudy!
Come on, baby!
Get this last out!
-- Come on!
-- Strike him out, Rudy!
Come on!
Strike him out!
Jimmy:
Here we go!Here we go!
Owls player:
He's got nothing!He's got nothing!
Joe David:
Look alive!Man:
Come on! Tighten up, now!Tighten up!
Strike!
Oh, he is having
to dig deep now.
One-and-one count.
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasping ]
Go. Go.
Goin' foul! Goin' foul!
Foul ball!
[ Sighs ]
Goin' foul! Yeah!
Ball.
Let me tell you, folks,
they don't make foul balls
any scarier than that one.
Come on, Rudy!
Let's go!
Come on, Rudy!
You can do it!
Bear down, baby!
Bear down!
We need another strike,
Rudy.
What do you say, Rudy?!
Come on!
He can't hit you!
-- He got nothing on you!
-- He can't hit you!
Come on, now, rapid-fire, baby.
Rapid-fire.
-- It's just a long strike now.
-- You can do it, Rudy!
You own him, Rudy!
Come on, baby!
You got to do this one!
This punk can't hit you, Rudy!
Come on!
He got nothing on you!
Dig deep, Rudy.
One time, for all the marbles.
Let's go, baby.
Joe David:
Come on, Rudy!What do you say?!
Strike this guy out!
Come on!
[ Grunts ]
Strike three!
[ Cheering ]
Owls win!
Owls win!
Owls win! Owls win!
Owls win!
Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
Owls win!
Owls win!
Owls win!
[ "Jump Around" by House Of Pain
plays on stereo ]
# Pack it up, pack it in,
let me begin #
# I came to win,
battle me, that's a sin #
# I won't tear the sack up,
punk, you'd better back up #
# Try and play the role
and then the whole crew
will act up #
# Get up, stand up,
come on, throw your hands up #
# If you've got the feeling
# Muggs is a funk fest,
someone's talking junk #
# Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye,
and then I'll take the punks
home #
# Feel it, funk it, amps
in the trunk, and I got... #
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-- Settle down, fellas.
Wack:
Yeah, come on, guys.Quiet down.
To the man who taught us
Coach Jimmy Morris
of the District Champion
Big Lake Owls!
[ Cheering ]
We wanted it,
and now we got it! Yeah!
[ Cheering and applause
continues ]
[ Cheering and applause
stops ]
Now it's your turn,
coach.
It's your turn, coach.
Your turn, coach.
It's your turn, coach.
It's your turn, coach.
It's your turn, coach.
It's your turn, coach.
It's your turn, coach.
Your turn, coach.
[ Baby crying ]
Here you go.
[ Smacking ]
Eat your cereal.
Come on.
[ Smacks ] Come on.
First day
of summer registration.
I'm gonna have to skip
breakfast.
Mommy, you can take
some Mister Crunch
with you if you like.
He's a captain, Jessie.
Don't go bustin' rank on him.
Thanks anyway, hon.
You got anything
going today?
Me?
No.
-- We need to go see
the real estate guy.
-- [ Cries ]
He's been a captain forever.
Why don't they make him
something better?
Like, you mean, like,
like Admiral Crunch?
Just say, "Yes, ma'am,"
so I know you heard me.
Yes, ma'am.
Take 'em all with you
if you go.
[ Smooching ]
You kids mind your daddy.
Remind me not to forget Jamie
if we go anywhere.
They got lots of players,
Daddy.
[ Sighs ]
Man:
Sign right here.Have your players get in line,
coach.
Everybody signs in.
Jim Morris.
Dave Patterson.
I saw you when the Brewers
drafted you.
Must have been, uhh...
Awhile back.
Yeah.
How ya doing, Dave?
Good.
You, um...
You still looking
at players?
Oh, well, the looking's
the easy part.
It's the finding
that gives me trouble.
-- Mm.
-- You bring some kids...
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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