Jake: Nice going. Don't bounce the damn ball.
Nice throw, dickhead.
Strike.
Son of a bitch!
Coming through! I...
Oh, shit!
(crowd booing)
Top of the sixth, and rookie sensation ricky vaughn on the pitch now.
You can close the book on keltner. Thank god.
Relax, rookie. We're only four runs down.
We're still in this game.
You take it to 'em.
Let's go. All right.
Look, man, a guy gets to second, first sign indicator.
Harry: Vaughn, a juvenile delinquent in the off-season,
In his major league debut.
I'm gonna light your ass up, meat.
Harry: Vaughn into the wind-up in his first offering.
Just a bit outside. He tried the corner and missed.
(people exclaiming) ball four. Ball eight.
Low, and vaughn has walked the bases loaded
On 12 straight pitches.
Boy, how can these guys lay off pitches that close? Fuck!
♪ wild thing
♪ you make my heart sing
♪ you walk everything ♪
Taylor, what are you doing back up here?
I couldn't cut it in the mexican league.
How's your wife and my kids?
Harry: Vaughn in deep trouble here with clue haywood,
Last year's american league home-run champ at the plate.
Vaughn kicks, fires.
Here is a swing, and a drive toward left field, and deep. Oh, boy.
No way. No way. Too high. Too high.
Harry: It is gone off the reservation.
A grand-slam home run for haywood.
Looked like a strike, anyway.
Where are you going?
"too high"? What does that mean, "too high"?
Too high, I thought.
Harry: So, vaughn is off to a rocky start,
As haywood clears the bases with one swing.
Not "too high," "too hard," right?
At first, it was really high.
Who gives a shit? It's gone.
(crowd booing)
