02x07 - Popcorn, Peanuts and Crackerjacks

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Highway to Heaven". Aired: September 19, 1984 – August 4, 1989.*
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02x07 - Popcorn, Peanuts and Crackerjacks

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Over for a strike, and .

Come on. Come on, come on.

Hey, will you relax?
It's just a ball game.

Just a ball game?

You know Fernando's got
a no-hitter going into the ninth?

I cannot believe
I'm missing this game

because the boss won't
let you use your stuff to fix the radio.

I'm sorry. It just happens to be
the way he works.

You would think
he would like baseball, you know?

California's got a team
called the Angels.

Hey, way to go, boss.

Cute. That was cute.

Here, let me try.

Well, the Toros find themselves
down to their last out.

It's going to be up to Luis Sanchez
to try to generate something,

or the Toros will suffer their
th loss in a row.

Strike one called
on the outside corner.

Great, I go from a no-hitter
to a no-winner.

You're always telling me how much
you loved baseball, win or lose.

Yeah, well, I do.

I mean,
we got some real losers here.

The pitch. Line drive right to Haskins
and the game's over.

See what I mean?

Boy, if anybody could
use the boss' help, it's the Toros.

Mark, you took the words
right out of my mouth.

--trying to figure out how
to turn this ball club around.

There you go, son.

That makes you look
like a real all-star.

Yeah. I wish I could buy it.

- A little short on funds, huh?
- Yeah.

- You working hard in school?
- Sure, why?

Tell you what. You can owe me.

You mean it?

Yeah, I mean it.
But you keep studying.

Yes, sir. Thanks!

Well, looks like business
wasn't too god, huh?

- It was lousy.
- Well, it always runs in spurts.

You'll see. Things will pick up
once the team starts winning.

I sure hope so, Grandpa.

Yeah, I remember pitching for
a team called the Beeville Bombers.

Boy, they were just like these Toros.
It seemed as though

the only thing we could do right was
to show up at the ballpark.

But the problem was they weren't
having any fun playing ball.

- And you gotta have fun
- And you gotta have fun

- if you wanna-
- if you wanna win.

Looks like you've heard
this story before, huh?

Yeah, once or twice.

Well, then it must be true.

Gentlemen,
I just don't understand it.

What does it take
to motivate you guys?

I yell, I insult, I even beg you.

Nothing works.

Well,
I don't mean to point any fingers.

But unless
we start working all together,

we're all gonna be sent packing,
you understand?

Practise tomorrow, : sharp.

You ask me, old Brisby's more worried
about losing his job than anything else.

Hey, he wants to win,
so we should all try harder.

Yeah, well, I wasn't the one
who lined out to end the game,

now, was I, partner?

You're right, amigo.

With more hustle running the bases,
you could have tied the game for us.

Hey, look,
I didn't ask to come down here,

so I'm not doing any more
than I have to.

You got that, amigo?

Great guy. No wonder
they kicked him down to the minors.

So why include the Toros
in your sports story?

After all, I haven't exactly been
a favourite among you sportswriters.

It's an in-depth article, Mr. Rogers.

We'd like to include everybody
in the league.

Yeah, winners and losers.

From the size of the crowd
you had today,

I'd say you could use
a little publicity.

You got that right.

I guess any press coverage, even bad,
is better than none at all.

All right, go ahead.

I'll have Security
issue you some badges.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sure you'll be pleased
with your decision.

Amy, get me Brisby.

He's probably in the locker room,
crying.

- Excuse me, Doc Brisby?
- That's me.

I'm Jonathan Smith,
Consolidated News.

This is my partner, Mark Gordon.

Oh, yeah. The almighty himself
was just talking to me about you.

- The boss?
- No, no, no.

He's talking about Rogers.

We know
you've had a tough season,

so we'll stay out of your hair
as much as we can.

Well, thanks. I'd like my last season
to be a pleasant one.

How do you know it's your last?

- Rogers can't stand me.
- How come?

Oh, well, you see, Flynn,
the old boss,

me and him were like that:
He was a great guy.

When he sold this deal to Rogers,
he made one stipulation:

That as long as the Toros had
more wins than losses,

I would always be rehired as manager,
guaranteed, with no payoffs,

until I was ready to retire.

You know the first thing he did?

He let all myveterans players go,
traded them off.

Left me with a bunch of green kids.

- Well, you could still make it happen.
- Well, I know that.

I know these boys play great ball.

My problem is to convince them.

Hey, Doc.

- Hey, Ted, what do you know?
- I hate to bother you.

Just came by to pick up
my tickets for tomorrow's game.

Here they are.
Need any more, just ask.

That way, I know
I'll have some people in the stands.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, by the way, Ted Tilley,
this here is Smith and Gordon.

Consolidated News.
They're gonna do a story on the Toros.

- Nice to meet you both.
- Nice to meet you.

You wouldn't be the same Ted Tilley
they used to call the Louisiana Flash,

- would you?
- Hey, yeah, I am.

I'm surprised anyone
would even remember me.

Kidding? You hold almost every record
there is in the old n*gro League.

Yeah, I did my share of pitching
in those days.

I'll say.
Four no-hitters in one season.

Yup, those were the days.

Well, I gotta get going.
I left my grandson waiting outside.

- Real nice meeting you.
- Pleasure was all mine, believe me.

If you don't mind, I'd like
to stop by your place sometime,

- talk about the old days.
- Mind? There's nothing I like better.

Anytime, anytime at all.

- Thanks for the tickets, Doc.
- Right.

- Good luck tomorrow.
- Yeah.

Gonna need more than luck.

We're gonna need a miracle.

Hey, you never know.
You just might get one.

All right, fellas!
Come on, show me those test results!

Come on.

Come on.

Who got a B?
Who got a B?

We don't have any B's, all right?

All right, all right. Well, now,
it looks like everybody passed.

Okay, Jimmy,
give them their tickets.

How about our tickets?

Now, you know the rules, Kevin.
You show me the test.

A good grade gets a good seat.
That's the way it works.

Yeah, well, we lost the papers.

Kevin, lying is even worse
than being lazy.

Just forget it.

- Afternoon, Miss Taylor.
- Afternoon, Mr. Tilley.

Hey, Grandpa, can I stay
and hit a few with the guys?

Yeah, sure. You take your time.

It'll give me a chance
to straighten up the apartment.

- Grandpa, don't you ever give up?
- What you mean?

I mean, you want me out here so you
can try a few moves with Miss Taylor.

Well, you know what they say.

If at first you don't succeed,
try, try again.

Whoever said that didn't know
Miss Taylor.

Here, let me give you
a hand with those groceries.

That won't be necessary, thank you.

"That won't be necessary,
thank you."

Strike three and you're out.

God, I wish I could
get that woman to take notice.

What's a man gotta do?

Don't b*at the door down! It's open!

Oh, Miss Taylor.
What a pleasant surprise.

Not a pleasant surprise for me,
Mr. Tilley.

This came crashing
through my window.

I assume it's from one
of your hooligans.

Why, Miss Taylor,
why, you've gotta be mistaken.

Those boys are too far away
to hit your window.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid it's my fault.

You ought to have seen it, Grandpa.

I ain't never seen nobody
hit a ball like that.

Saw, not seen.

Miss Taylor, this is Mr. Smith
and Mr. Gordon.

They're sports reporters.

Too bad they were in the street
and not at their typewriters.

I really am sorry.
Please let me pay for the window.

Hey, no need. I'll be more than happy
to fix that window.

We can go over to your place right now
and I'll measure that broken pane.

Well, hello. Oh, Mr. Hauser.

What?

Oh, I see.

How soon?

Right away, huh?

Yeah, me too.

No, no, no.
I know it's not your doing.

Goodbye, sir.

Grandpa, what's wrong?

My souvenir stand.
They took it away, just like that.

Rogers hired
an outside vending firm.

After all these years.

Miss Taylor, I'll be over later
to measure that window, if it's all right.

Certainly.

- I don't believe it.
- What?

You, sitting there,
banging on that typewriter.

- Hey, we're reporters, remember?
- I don't care.

You're not doing something
to get that old man his job back.

I already told you,
I can't get his old job back.

Then what are we doing here?

- Covering a great baseball story.
- Oh, yeah, it's terrific.

A baseball team that can't win,
an old man who gets the boot.

- That's exciting.
- A story is only as good as its ending.

But I already know the ending.

You just told me that you can't help
Ted get his old job back.

That's right, his old job.

I want you to go to Ted's tomorrow,

find out everything
about his old playing days.

- We need them for this story.
- What makes you think

he'll want to be interviewed
after what's happened?

Trust me, he will.

Hey, that's very good.

The boss did that?

Hey, he knows his baseball.

Oh, yeah, we play a lot up there.

- You're kidding?
- No, I'm not kidding.

Of course,
there's one rule that's different.

What's that?

Thou shalt not steal.

Oh, that's cute, Jon.
Cute, cute, you're very cute.

I'll get it, Dad.

- Hi, can I help you?
- Yeah, I'm looking for Ted Tilley.

- I'm Ted Tilley.
- What?

Well, the Ted Tilley
I'm looking for is a lot taller.

Oh, hello, Mr. Gordon.

- Hey, Ted.
- Please come in.

- How are you?
- It's good to see you.

Ted, this is Mr. Gordon.

He's one of those reporters
I told you about.

This is my son, Ted Jr.

Yeah, forget the "mister."
The name's Mark.

What can I do for you?

We want to include you in a story
we're doing about the Toros,

- if that's all right.
- Oh, forget it.

The Toros dumped my Dad.

We don't wanna have nothing
to do with them.

- Teddy, please.
- Please, nothing.

Dad, you gave them years
of honest sweat.

Now money-hungry Rogers
throws you out like an old shoe.

- All right, son, that's enough.
- Listen, I understand if you're bitter.

I'll tell Jonathan
you're not in the mood.

No, no, no. I'm all right.

When I first got the call,
I was really hurt.

That stand was mine
for many a season.

But I guess all good things
gotta come to an end.

Yeah, but not like this, Dad.
They left you with nothing.

I got memories.
A lot of good memories.

Try paying the rent with memories.

Now, we don't talk about trouble
in front of strangers.

Bubba, get Mark here
something to drink.

This could take a while.

Sure, Granddad.

Let me see.

It was when
I played my first real baseball game.

I was just a kid, skinny.

You could
slip me right under the door.

They used to pass a hat around
the stands in those days

and divide up the collection
among all the players.

Yes, sir. Playing ball in those days
was a lot of fun.

"And according to Doc Brisby,

the blame starts at the top,
in the owner's box.

A team with no veterans
is a team with no leaders,

and no leaders means no wins."

Yeah, well, no wins means
you're gonna be through, Doc.

"And then,
there's the matter of Ted Tilley,

another example of D.W. Rogers'
way of running a ball club."

How do you like the article?

How did you get in here?

I gave orders to have
you barred from this stadium!

I just popped in.

The paper told me they've never had
response to an article like this.

Over a thousand calls already.

Quite a little hatchet job
you did on me, Smith.

And this bit about me dumping
Ted Tilley.

Makes me sound like
the biggest villain since Attila the Hun.

Anything in there that isn't true?

I made a sound business decision.

Maybe fans think baseball ought
to be more than just business.

Nothing is more than business!

Oh, that's a very good quote.
Thank you, Mr. Rogers.

Every time you open your mouth,
you put your foot in it a little farther.

- Get out of here!
- Okay.

You're passing up a great chance
to turn things around.

I could made you the biggest hero
since Ebenezer Scrooge.

That's just the trouble. You've
already made me sound like Scrooge,

and he was a penny-pinching bum!

Not after he found Christmas.

I could make you
a real-life Santa Claus, Mr. Rogers.

Little children would speak
your name in awed whispers,

- grown men would get teary-eyed.
- Who cares?

Fans would come
streaming through the gate.

I care. Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

All right. Now, what's the pitch?

Put Ted Tilley on the team.

- What?
- You heard me.

You're nuts, you know that?

Just hear me out.

The fans are
after your blood right now.

- Yeah, thanks to you.
- Look, I'm just a reporter.

I write down what people say.

And Doc Brisby says
the team has no veterans.

- Here's you chance to give him one.
- Come on.

I know Pete Rose is in his forties,
but we're talking old here.

Well, that's right.
And the press is gonna eat it up.

You put that old man on your team,
give him a chance to earn a pension.

And the fans
are gonna love you for it.

Besides, you want a losing season
anyway to get rid of Brisby.

- What's in it for you?
- An exclusive on a great story.

Every sports page in the country
is gonna want to carry this.

Mr. Rogers, you got a chance to
put the heart back in baseball.

Yeah. Yeah, the heart.

All right. Doc Brisby wants a veteran,
I'll give him one.

A veteran of World w*r I.

Grandpa? Dad?

Now, take it easy, son.
What's going on?

Open the box, Grandpa.

Go on, Ted. Open the box.

- What is this?
- It's your uniform.

Rogers heard about your problem.
He's agreed to put you on the roster.

- All right, what's the joke?
- Hey, it's no joke.

Rogers had a change of heart,
I guess.

Giving you a chance for a spot on
the team and a chance for a pension.

- This ain't no joke?
- As God is my witness.

Well, come on, try it on.

I just can't believe it.

I just can't believe this.

It looks great, Grandpa.

It's been a long time, Ted.

But the Louisiana Flash is back.

I feel it's a great thing
for the Toros to do

and I'm looking forward
to playing alongside of him.

The guy's just a circus act, but
it's typical of this whole organisation.

How does it feel to be
the oldest rookie on the squad?

Ted, how does it feel
to be back in baseball?

All right, gentlemen,
I have a brief statement to read.

"On behalf of the Toros,
I proudly acknowledge the addition

of Ted Tilley to
the active players roster.

We are looking forward to his
contribution as part of the organisation.

Owner, D.W. Rogers."

How can a man his age pitch?
Come on, Doc.

Do you really think
Ted can contribute at his age?

I don't know.

But if nothing else,

he's going to be a damn fine example
for these young ball players here.

You can quote me on that.

All right, everybody,
up on the field for practise.

You, too, Tilley.

Oh, yeah. Right now, Doc.

They really don't expect
anything out of you, old-timer,

so don't go hurting yourself.

Hey, Ted, how do you feel?

A little sore.

The legs ain't what they used to be.

Well, listen, Ted, you and I know
the real reason for you being here.

As long as you're in uniform for all
those games, that's all that matters.

Don't go hurting yourself, pal.

That's enough! That's enough!

All right, Bubba.
What's going on here?

Oh, it's nothing, Grandpa.

Go on, Bubba. Tell your Grandpa
what Kevin said about him.

Maybe Kevin would like
to tell me himself.

I said
you were too old to play baseball.

You ought to be in a rest home,
not on a ball field.

He's full of you-know-what,
ain't he, Grandpa?

Hello. Yeah, Bubba.

Did you call down there?

Yeah, we will.

Listen, don't worry.
I'm sure he's okay.

Right.

- Jonathan.
- Yeah, I know.

What do you know?

Ted hasn't come home
and Bubba's worried about him.

Well, I told him we'd look around.

No need. I know where he is.

- You want me to go with you?
- No, I'll be fine.

Why don't you give Bubba a call?

Tell him I'm with his granddad.
He'll be home soon.

Now pitching, Ted Tilley,
number , the Louisiana Flash.

- Was that you just now?
- Yeah.

I thought it was part of my dream.

You know, Bubba called.
He's pretty worried about you.

Worried? What time is it?

It's after midnight.

I just sat down here for a minute.
I guess I went out like a light.

I can't say I blame you.
You put in a tough day.

Yeah, tough.

Why'd you come out
to the park tonight?

- To turn in my uniform.
- What for?

- Because.
- That's a great answer.

You know what
I was dreaming just now?

I was dreaming I was out here
on the mound, pitching for the Toros.

Except it was like
it was years ago.

Me steaming that ball across the plate,
umpire yelling out them strikes.

God, I wish it was years ago.

But it ain't. It's today.

I can't do nothing for this club.
Everybody knows it.

Even Bubba's little friends know it.

So you're just gonna quit?

That's right.

Well, one thing's for sure.
You're no Jackie Robinson.

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on,
what do you think's tougher:

Being the oldest man
in professional baseball,

or being the first black man
in professional baseball?

Come on.
Now, Jackie was in his twenties.

He played the game like nobody else.
He helped the club.

And you could be a help to this one.

What's wrong with the Toros?

They're down on themselves.
They're not having fun.

- They're too tight to win.
- Then loosen them up.

- Be a leader, an inspiration to them.
- An inspiration?

One day on the club
and I'm so sore, I can barely move,

and you're talking about inspiration.

I'm talking about trying,
not just giving up.

What do you think Bubba's friends
are gonna say to him

when they find out you quit?

I better hit the sack.

I got early practise tomorrow.

All right, Sanchez,
let those wrists go.

How's it going?

- Fine, considering.
- Considering what?

- Today's the day.
- What's that mean?

If we lose this one, I'm history.

Mathematically out of it.

- Maybe you'll win it.
- Oh, yeah.

What good it'll do?
We got ten more games to go.

We gotta win every one of those
to be above. ball.

We got as much chance of doing that
as I have of winning the state lottery.

- I don't know. People win it.
- Oh, sure.

Hey, Sanchez, lay one down!

Good hustle.

- That Sanders really powders the ball.
- Oh, yeah.

He could have been
the difference for us this season.

- Well, why wasn't he?
- Attitude.

Thinks it's beneath him
to be playing back in the minors.

The same attitude got
him sent down.

You tell him that.

All right, Sanders, lay one down!

Come on, old-timer, come on.
Come on.

Oh, that smart-mouthed kid.

Hey, maybe next time, pop.

Don't you ever do that!

I played this game
before you were born.

And I play it now
harder than you do!

Hey, who do you think
you're talking to?

To a selfish, lazy, complaining kid
who could be a good ball player

if he didn't overrate himself
and played the game.

And the rest of you could win, too,
if you'd stop underrating yourselves

and go out on that field
and have some fun.

When I played the game,
that's what we were out there for.

Because there sure as hell
wasn't any money.

Stop worrying about losing.
It's too late for that now.

You done that all season.

Worried and lost, worried and lost.

Let's go out there
and have some fun.

And the winning
will take care of itself.

All right. Let's play some baseball.

Doc, it looks like
you got yourself a team leader.

Yeah. All I need now is a miracle.

- Big game tomorrow.
- What--?

How long have
you been sitting there?

Just a few minutes.
Sorry for the surprise.

I just wanted to stop by and tell you
we've finished our assignment.

Well, I'll bet your boss
was glad to hear that.

As a matter of fact, he was.

Oh, by the way,
I owe you some thanks.

Putting Tilley on the roster
certainly has paid off.

Yeah. The team's doing real well.
Attendance is up.

Of course,
you may be stuck with Doc Brisby.

Maybe.
But we still have one game left.

- Anything can happen.
- That's very true.

Well, thanks again
for your cooperation, Mr. Rogers.

See you at the game tomorrow.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Miss Taylor.
- Mr. Tilley.

I apologise for not being over sooner
to measure that window,

but I've had such a crazy batch
of stuff going on in my life.

So my summer school students
have told me.

Well, tomorrow's our last game, so
I thought I could measure that window.

It's been repaired, thank you.

- Oh, I'd be glad to pay for it.
- That won't be necessary.

Mattie, what is it about me?

- I don't know what you mean.
- Oh, yes, you do.

I'm not saying I'm Sidney Poitier,
but I try.

I don't even expect you to
feel about me the way I feel about you.

- Mr. Tilley-
- Woman, hear me out.

All I'm saying is that I try,

but you treat me like
I was a leper with a bell on my neck.

I don't like what you represent.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about baseball.

I teach a summer school class filled
with children who need an education.

I finish my day
and come home from school

and find those children
outside playing baseball.

Usually with you.

- Miss Taylor, I can explain that. I--
- You don't have to.

A quick dollar in sports
is what you care about.

Well, . percent of my students will
never make it in professional baseball.

They need to be encouraged
to get an education.

- I know that.
- You do?

Well, let me tell you something.

I have a student named Kevin.

He's not welcome
in your street games.

He told me so himself,
and you know something?

In the last two weeks, he's pulled
his grades up from an F to a C.

Because his mind wasn't
on baseball.

Miss Taylor, you are a very smart
and attractive woman,

but darling, sometimes you don't know
what in the world you're talking about.

By the way, those are for you.

All right, you guys, come on over here!
I got your baseball tickets!

Come on! Come on, hustle it up!

Come on, let's go, let's go.

All right, wait, wait, wait, hold it now.

All right, Ted's at the-- Hold it!

Ted's at the stadium.
He said to come by,

check your grades
and pass out tickets.

Now let's hear them grades.

- C.
- C.

All right, we got an A.
A, B, here we go, take off.

There, you got it. All right, here.
There you go. Take off.

A B.
A, there you go. There you go.

What you got, a C+?
An A? B, all right.

Here's mine.

Hey, Kevin, you got an A!
Way to go!

- I worked real hard.
- Yeah, I'll bet you did.

- Here's your ticket, pal.
- Thanks.

Miss Taylor,
I got a ticket to the game.

- Miss Taylor.
- Hello, Mr. Gordon.

Ted asked me to give you this.

It's the last game of the season.
He's kind of hoping you could make it.

No, thank you.

Mr. Tilley knows
how I feel about baseball.

What you got against baseball?

Mr. Gordon,
these children need an education.

Book learning, not ball-playing.

You know what they say, ma'am.
All work and no play.

In this case, it's just the opposite.

Mr. Tilley encourages all play
and no work.

Ma'am, that's not true.

Nobody cares more about how these
kids do in school that Ted Tilley.

That's your opinion.

That's not my opinion, ma'am.
That's fact.

Sure, he hands out baseball tickets,
but only if they get passing grades.

What are you talking about?

I am talking about rewarding
these kids for their work.

Most parents here don't know
how their kids are doing in school.

They don't care.
Well, Ted Tilley does.

His rule is no work, no ticket.

See that kid, Kevin, that ran off
excited about his ticket?

- His grades are up, aren't they?
- Yes.

Well, he's excited because
that's his first ticket.

I'm not saying he's doing better
just because of Ted Tilley.

But I'll guarantee you one thing:
he's a big part of it.

Why didn't
he ever tell me about this?

Maybe you never gave him
a chance, ma'am.

Well, I better get to the ball game.
You take care of yourself.

All right, now, hold it down.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.

I'm gonna make this real short.

This is our last game today.

And I want you to know that, no matter
what happens out there tonight,

I'm never gonna forget
the last couple of weeks.

You guys really pulled
yourselves together.

You've been playing big-league ball.

And I want you to know that this
is a team I will never forget.

I just want to say something.

I've been a real jackass for
most of this season, and I know that.

But I got knocked down to size and,

well, I learned a lot from the man we
voted team captain for this final game.

In case you was wondering,
the vote was unanimous.

Ted Tilley.

Let's go out there today, boys,
and have fun!

- All right!
- Let's go!

Ball three.

Ball four.

That loads them up.
Doc Brisby's on his way to the mound.

It's a real nail-biter.
One out, the bases are loaded.

The Toros are trying to hang on
to that one-run lead.

What's wrong?

Doc, Mick's got a blister.
He's having trouble holding the ball.

- Is it bad?
- Yeah, Doc. I'm sorry.

Don't worry,
you pitched a great game.

That'll be all for Dawson.
Cartier's coming in.

Boy, I'd hate to be in his spot.
This game is a big one for the Toros.

Now pitching for the Toros,
number , Cartier.

Hey, Doc, it's Rogers.

Hey, there.

Yeah, I took him out. He's a bit hurt.

No way, Mr. Rogers. No, I'm--

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. I heard you.

Tilley, come here!

- Yeah, Doc.
- Get your glove.

- You're going in there to pitch.
- What?

Get your glove.

Wait a minute, here.
You ain't kidding.

No, I'm not.
Rogers wants you in there to pitch.

Or he'll forfeit the game.
So get out there.

Now pitching for the Toros,
number , Ted Tilley.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen.
You heard right.

The man you read about
in the papers is coming in to pitch.

Boy, there's no doubt about one thing.

Tilley'll be in the record books as the
oldest player in professional baseball.

Here comes your veteran, Brisby.

And there goes your job.

I can't believe Rogers
would do something like this

just to get rid of Doc.

Jonathan, you ought to--

Jonathan. Jonathan?

Good luck, Ted.

Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy.

- Come on, Dad! Come on, Dad!
- Come on, Grandpa!

Oh, dear Lord, why me?
Why tonight?

And why has she gotta
be out here to see it?

Are you a little nervous, Ted?

- What you doing out there?
- It's all right.

- Nobody can see me, just you.
- What?

Yeah, see, I'm an angel.
I've been sent down to help you.

I must be losing my mind.

First,
they bring me out here to pitch.

Now you tell me
you're an angel I can't see.

Tilley, take your warm-ups.
Let's go.

Oh, yeah. Hey, ump.
You see anyone unusual out here?

What are you talking about?

I told you.

Tilley, are you gonna
take your warm-ups or not?

- Tell them you don't need them.
- I don't need them.

All right, then. Let's play ball.

- I can't go through with this.
- Oh, yes, you can.

- I can't, I tell you. I'm an old man.
- Oh, not tonight.

For you, Ted,
tonight is years ago.

Now, go on. Show them
what the Louisiana Flash can do.

Tilley, I said play ball!

Look, Jonathan--

God help me.

Strike one.

Well, I'll be.

Strike two.

Strike three.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now you're talking.

Two outs in the ninth and
Freddie Coleman steps up.

He's leading the league
in all departments.

Coming up to bat now,
number , Freddie Coleman.

But, Grandpa,
you gotta pitch next year.

No, Bubba. I'll stay on with the club,

but my pitching days are
over for good this time.

But why? You were great tonight.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

That Jonathan fellow,
he's one of them angels.

Oh, no, he's not, Grandpa.

He's a Toro fan all the way.
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