Trouble with the Curve Page #4

Hey, Johnny!

Why do they call him "The Flame"?

Well, Flanagan, he...

He could pitch a hundred-mile-an-hour

fastball, that's why.

- So, what happened?

- He blew his arm out.

They tried to bring him along too fast.

Pretty soon, he was gone. Done for.

I tried like mad to block that trade.

How long you gonna be here anyway?

I'll probably close the place down.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Name's Rick.

You feel like playing a game?

- Sure. Mickey.

- Nice to meet you, Mickey.

Hope you like losing.

Ouch.

Three-ball, corner pocket.

One-ball, side pocket.

Thanks for the game.

Hey, you wanna dance?

Not really.

Come on, one dance.

I don't think so, Dick.

- It's Rick.

- Sorry.

Come on, one dance.

It wouldn't hurt anything.

And I mean, after the beating I just took,

you owe me.

- Get off!

- Dad!

You ever touch her again,

I'm gonna rip your f***ing face off.

- Gus.

- Dad, take it easy.

Just look at this kid.

- All right, all right.

- I saw you touching her.

Get out before I have

a heart attack trying to kill you.

I think I'd like to see that.

Enough! Hey, you know what,

this is my dad and that's my sister.

And we like to get a little crazy

every now and then, especially this one.

Go on, get out of here.

- That was a little excessive.

- I don't think so.

- You want to kill a guy touches my arm?

- I had him, you know?

Yeah, no, you had him good.

You had him good.

Sorry about the kiss.

I never had a sister that looked like you.

You know what?

I can take care of myself just fine.

- Okay. Something tells me pretty well too.

- You know what?

You got what you wanted.

I'm going to bed.

Leaving the bar.

To set the record straight,

I am 33 years old.

I've been taking care of myself for a long time.

I can handle a guy in a bar.

He was bothering me.

All of these years, after everything

you could be bothered about, it's that.

Look, I don't need your help.

I don't know why you're here.

I don't know why you don't go home.

Because, in spite of you, I feel this

dysfunctional sense of responsibility...

to make sure that you're okay.

I know I'm as blind as a slab of concrete,

but I'm not helpless.

- I'll put a bullet in my head, that happens.

- That's comforting.

As always, it's been really great

talking to you.

I've got half a beer back at the bar

that won't argue with me.

- You all right, Gus?

- Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

Goddamn it!

Son of a b*tch.

- Oh, my God.

- All right, check it.

Your mom is so fat,

her high school photo was an aerial shot.

Your mom is so fat,

they pay her in biscuits.

- Your mom is so...

- Excuse me?

Earth to losers?

I'm trying to do my visualizing.

I'm hitting homers, I'm signing

endorsement deals, I'm banging chicks.

Respect my space.

All right, all right, that's enough, okay?

Everybody, sit down.

Back in your seat, Eric.

This is a big game today.

Let's think baseball?

Let's tighten it up, Grizzlies.

One, two, three, Grizzlies!

No room for bad play. Don't suck today.

There they are.

Here he comes.

- Hey, Gus.

- Hi.

- Hey, Mickey.

- Look at you.

Hey, Dad!

Dad, Dad, Dad, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

- Here, come on.

You okay?

Yeah, leave me alone. I got it.

What's the matter,

you never seen anybody trip before?

Jesus Christ.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Hey, listen. About last night...

It's... Forget it.

Yeah.

Play ball!

I'll be right back.

Where you going?

Third base side.

- What for?

- Because I'd like to get back to Atlanta.

Oh, good. As long as you're here,

you might as well be helpful.

- Watch his hips.

- Yeah, I know.

Make sure they carry him through the ball.

Yeah. I know.

Okay, and his swing, is it a two-piece deal

or is it nice and fluid?

And then go around the other side

and see how he goes the opposite way.

Now don't just stand there, get going.

Ball!

Oh, yeah, this is a good idea.

Why are you right next to me?

Because you're the first scout

I've ever been attracted to, thank God.

I'm not a scout, I'm a lawyer.

Normally, a deal breaker, but I'm all about

expanding my level of tolerance.

Self-improvement, et cetera.

- Impressive.

- Thank you.

Next up, Bo Gentry.

Go, Big 3!

- Hey, what do you think about dinner?

- You mean together?

That's a little forward,

don't you think?

But, yeah, if you're asking me out,

I accept.

I'd even consider paying.

Strike!

Well, it's really tempting, but I don't

plan on being around here much longer.

Let's go, Bo!

Bring the heat.

He'll be all over the heat.

Come with the off-speed stuff.

Yeah!

That's it, boy! Take them bases, man!

That's the fourth car this year.

Gus must have a lot of confidence in you.

So, what'd you see?

He sits back on the pitch.

He uses his hips and legs for power.

Looks like he has pretty quick hands.

You're on your own.

You know too much about baseball

to be a lawyer.

It's a long story.

I'd like to hear it.

I don't wanna tell it.

Go, Bo!

Come on, Big Bo.

There you go, buddy.

That popped. Fastball.

Hanging.

How would you know with your face

buried in that?

It's called multitasking.

You are such an ass.

That thing hear you?

His name is Todd and he will,

loud and clear.

There you go, baby.

Breaking ball on that one.

Yep.

Ready?

Why don't you show me what you got?

Come on, you stubborn mule.

Give me something.

I'm a little old for this.

I'm not.

Remember:

- See the ball...

- "See the ball, hit the ball." I know.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm enjoying my home run trot.

You snake. I'll kick your ass.

Give me the keys.

Come on, you're busy.

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys.

Hey! You all right?

You know, you're lucky to be alive.

How old are you, sonny?

I'm 28.

Well, then how the hell would you know

if I'm lucky to be alive?

I know, it'll get done.

It's just a couple more days.

Mickey, I'm sorry about your father,

but the client will be here next Thursday.

- It's imperative that you're here to present.

- And I will be there.

I'm considering bringing Todd

into the case, just till you get back.

No, I'm not comfortable with that.

He is a talented attorney.

No, but I don't need his help.

Please, just hold off.

I gotta go.

Well, I guess we were lucky

we weren't on the road at the time.

She was 13 years old

and she was going to her first dance...

and she came in the room

and asked me what I thought of her outfit.

I knew right then that she wasn't

gonna be a kid any longer.

How old was Mickey when...?

Her mother died? Six.

That should've been me.

No kid should be without a mother.

How did you handle all that by yourself?

I didn't.

How about you, Flanagan?

Don't you feel like you're over your head,

handling a number one pick?

I've been doing okay so far.

Besides, you're here. I'll be fine.

This isn't exactly what you wanted to do,

is it?

After my arm went, the Red Sox gave me a

chance to you know, stay in the game.

There's gonna be a job in the booth

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