Fever Pitch
Fever Pitch
Fever Pitch
so he wasn't exactly
what you’d call "kid sawy. "
Careful, kid.
They'll break your heart.
So don't make me
knock your teeth out.
What are you doing?
- They're here.
- Oh, no.
Excuse me.
Yeah, actually.
Do you wanna take a swipe at him?
- Maybe later.
- Uh, okay. As I said on the phone, Lindsey...
Oh, my God,
she knows my secret shame.
- Colonel hottie.
- Yeah, she went optic for you, Mr. Wrightman.
- Optic?
- Yeah, I saw her glance to the pants.
- No way. - Yeah.
- What do you mean?
Jack is leaving
the company next summer.
What that- So, do you think they're gonna
bring someone in from the outside?
Hi.
so it might get
mildly murderous around here.
Oh. Wha-Wha-Wha-
I want your job! I'm the boss!
Wha-Wha-
You know,
they're really juiced.
Yeah.
Socially.
Oh!
Uh-
- Hike.
- Get him! Get him!
- Oh!
- All right, good "D." Good "D."
He was.
It's just, you know-
Wh-What's wrong
with the schoolteacher?
- Well-
- He's a schoolteacher.
- Come on!
- Die, you Nazi spin-bitch.
Oh!
That's it.
You're coming with me, mister.
Get in here.
Thanks, man.
I owe you one.
Go ahead.
- He's a teacher.
- Teaching's a cool thing.
No, I know.
It's just that I hate when people-
- Ow!
- Oopsie.
Oh.
I-
ate at this new place.
I think-
Mommy.
Ernie, go away.
Uh-
Okay. Okay.
- Get up.
- I'm sorry about this.
- Uh-huh.
- Okay.
Okay, I looked.
It's Ben.
Okay, go back to sleep.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Road House.
Are you feeling- Is this crazy?
I mean, what are the odds?
Spooky.
Nice.
No, really, I appreciate you being cool
about the phone thing...
- Mm, I got-
- And I'm only asking...
because frankly
the men I meet are highly-
Let me do it.
Let me do it.
Well, what if
some sudden crisis occurs...
- Wrightman. Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Well?
- That's okay.
That's horrible.
- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Ben the schoolteacher.
Ian. Sarah.
- Steve. Molly.
- Oh, thanks for having me.
- Robin.
- No, no, he's great.
- Um-
- Maybe he hasn't found the right person yet.
Well, do you?
I was there.
I was feet away from him.
I even started
to lose it, you know.
I got a program.
I could show you.
We all thought
he was great too.
Eww!
- Eww!
- That's a true story.
- Yeah.
- Come on, man.
A new season.
A clean slate.
- I like you.
- I like you.
I do?
you go like-
- A cluster.
- Yeah. Uh-
No, why?
Did I look like I was just-
There's something
you don't know about me.
- Yeah?
- No, I'm like a big, big Red Sox fan.
I just-
I got lost in the game.
The smells.
- Yeah. Exactly.
- God, those women are so pathetic.
- I mean, you're not even doing it, you're watching it. "
- Yeah.
You're a romantic.
Hmm?
I don't know.
Well, yeah, yeah.
Yes.
Yes. Yes!
- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo!
Outside! Out.
I don't know
what's with him lately.
Good.
- Hi.
- Hey, kiddo.
- Want a cookie?
- No, thanks.
Thanks, Dad.
That's really encouraging.
The Sox are right there! The Sox are right there!
- Yes.
- Really.
That's it!
Come on! Whoo!
Hi, Linds.
- Party?
- No, it's draft day.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Hey! Hey!
Come here.
It's authentic.
I gotta be honest.
This is getting me hot.
What?
Hey, I told you.
- Let's go in there.
- Two minutes!
Uh-
Yeah.
Come here.
Thank you.
- Really?
- Yeah. After all, if I want this promotion...
Wait, wait.
We're not breaking up, are we?
Programs here!
Get your programs here!
- Hi. Hi.
- Hey.
Peanuts! CrackerJacks!
Peanuts! CrackerJacks!
Who wants-
- Oh.
- You can't buy these seats. You have to, like, inherit them.
Hi. Al Waterman.
Here, have a sponge.
- Thank you.
- Al is the first guy I ever met...
- Hi, Lindsey.
- Hello.
- Hey, Ben.
- Sheri!
I lost pounds.
I had my stomach stapled shut.
Hey!
- I know.
- The players are right there.
Wakefield.
That's a foul.
Yeah!
- Really?
- Yeah, you can fool everyone for a while, you know?
- Hey.
- Hi.
Now who is
Carl Yaz-a-strezem-
Yastrzemski.
Johnny Damon!
You got the sweetest ass in the league!
Very nice.
Do you believe in this?
"The Curse of the Bambino"?
That's right.
He played for the Red Sox.
Tony C.,
best young player in baseball...
Buckner.
Nothing.
- A laugh? A giggle?
- This is not a man's closet.
Is it so horrible that
I want my parents to like you?
And you-
Did you ever tell me what your dad does?
- We love it.
- Yeah?
- Jensen?
- Hi. Sorry we’re late. He was watching the Red Sox game.
Okay. Okay.
It was awesome.
Struck out the side.
Okay, it stopped.
It stopped. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
- Whew!
- Um-
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Ben tapes the Red Sox games...
That's sweet.
- My Ben?
- Yes, he has been great.
What?
- Here's one.
- Thanks, Ben.
He got us a : a. m.
tee time at the country club.
How?
Benny? Lindsey.
Oh, thanks.
Hi, Linds.
Hey, what are you doing?
All right.
Well, I'll see you tonight then.
Uh, sweetheart,
don't talk in my backswing.
- Don't even look at him. Look this way. Let him swing.
- Okay.
Unstop... pable.
- What?
- Colonized. It's like- It's like in the old days.
Wait a minute.
I mean, you guys are married.
Doesn't it require
some pliability?
You're rooting
for her relationship to fail.
- No.
- What?
- That's right.
- Why would I do that?
Never mind.
- What the-
- That's it.
We are so not coming here anymore.
Al Waterman.
Have a sponge, young man.
Really?
- I know.
- You know? I already got my ass chewed out-
- Yo!
- Hot dogs!
- Fenway Frank?
- Blech.
Hello. Troy.
Gah!
Come on.
You have to go. Please?
Waiting?
I'll be waiting.
- Yeah.
- Ooh.
Hi.
Hello.
Oh. Well,
I really appreciate you saying that.
Who's ahead?
Oh, Tammy's in the lead.
Tammy won!
' ", the Green Monster.
Excuse me.
It's a little loud, don’t you think?
Seven.
Seven.
Hey.
- Wow!
- And I am taking vous.
- Moi?
- Oui!
Taking me to Paris?
- Mm-hmm.
- This weekend? It's now?
Oh, no.
Do you have a lot of work?
Uh, we're two games out of first,
with three weeks left.
Seattle's coming in
this weekend, and, I mean-
Wait a second.
I was just thinking about it. That's all.
- I'm late.
- Fine. Go.
No, Ben.
I'm late.
- You know.
- Deep breaths, Ben.
Why? So we could
both freak out?
we'll go to Paris,
and I'll tell you there...
Look. I- I admit
I should have reacted differently.
I'll be like,
"Paris, whoo! I'm in. "
- Y-
- Let's just talk about it when I get back.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
- We're going.
- No. It's okay.
- Good luck.
- Way to go, Mr. W.
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Are you smoking?
What are you doing? I'm a teacher.
That's an insult.
Put it out.
- Hello?
- I got it.
- Linds?
- Mmm.
I got it.
- The promotion?
- My period.
Yeah.
- Safe flight.
- Okay. Bye.
- Thank you.
- Want me to take it up?
Bye.
Did, uh-
Did you want a baby?
Eventually.
Well, eventually you will.
And if it is,
"What's this going to be like?"
This is exactly
what you liked about me.
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong?
She likewise.
See my point?
It's not the time.
Whatever.
Her, uh-
Hang on. Hang on. Okay.
"I'm the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.
I love you.
- It's fine.
- Okay.
- Yankees.
Timlin ready to face the left fielder,
Hideki Matsui. Timlin to the belt.
Swung on.
A drive hit high and deep.
- -.
- Matsui has hit his second home run of the night.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
I think this might be
the greatest night of my life.
Hello.
- Okay.
- Hello?
We were losing -
in the bottom of the ninth!
They... won.
The Red Sox?
Oh, good!
This really is your night.
Ever.
This is like a nightmare.
Hey.
Twenty-three years.
How about ?
How about five?
Hey.
Awesome!
Whoo-hoo!
Wow!
- Wow!
- Yeah, baby!
April .
Oh, you-
Why?
- Huh?
- That's right. I mean-
So what?
They're here.
At : or at :
there is a game.
Because I am bulletproof.
- Oh, my God.
- The Buckner game?
- I thought you took that away from him!
- I did!
- Whatever.
- Hey.
Way back!
The Red Sox are going...
to the American League
Championship Series...
: Yankee Stadium.
Let's get it on.
The Yankees
are a strike away. Here's a - pitch.
Here's a -.
Mueller flies to center.
Bernie Williams is there,
and the Yankees have won it.
-. Good God.
- They're eating.
- So what?
With gusto?
- Ironic.
- Ironic?
My God!
It's official.
I'm an idiot.
Hello.
- I'm Ben.
- Oh, Ernie. Stop it, Ernie.
- Please.
- Hey, Ern.
- Uh-
- Come on. Sorry.
- Ben.
- Hi.
- I'm not.
- Yeah, well, you know what? Look. I'll call ya.
All right.
Look, look. Uh-
and a little
size-one Red Sox jersey...
Really hurt.
And sometimes...
I'm sorry.
- Molly.
- I knew it!
- Molly's pregnant.
- Mr. Myerson just announced you got the promotion.
Go, go.
- I gotta go.
- Guess what Chris is doing right now.
What?
Yeah.
Come on.
You know,
what you’re doing is illegal.
That's right. Technically,
if you give up your tickets...
- Does the guy with the big squash always sit in front of you?
- He's new.
I don't know.
You want the tickets or not?
Speech!
Well, first,
thank you, Mr. Myerson.
Um-
It's safe.
Oh, my God.
He's selling
his Red Sox tickets for me.
I'm sorry.
I know this seems crazy, but I gotta go.
John Olerud.
Excuse me.
Is there a ticket window somewhere?
- Sold out, sweetie. It's the play-offs.
- All right.
- What?
- Hey. The only reason they're that cheap...
- Thank you.
- Hey, hey. You know what?
Oh, okay.
That sounds good. Oops.
Enjoy the game.
- Some balance.
- Hey. We've got a deal.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me.
- Watch it.
Sure.
No.
That's odd.
Chris!
Damn it!
- Don't do it.
- This is crazy.
Another idiot.
Go on!
Oh, cool!
Hey!
Ben!
- Lindsey.
- Ben!
Ben. Ben!
- Ben, focus.
- Sorry.
- Ben.
- Yeah?
Never.
Extra innings
again the next night.
Bye-bye, Bambino.
Back to Foulke.
Red Sox fans have longed to hear it.
If it’s a girl,
Carla Yastrzemski Wrightman.
Come to
Washington Square Tavern on Beacon Street...
WEEl in Boston,
the Dennis and Callahan program.