Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No matter what, he'll never be forgotten. Nor will his great records.
Ruth at first base. Yankees come out of their dugout.
- Man bites dog. - That's right.
Yes, and he'd turn over in his grave if he knew what happened in the family.
Here we go.
For what? To play ball.
♪ always ♪
They ought to give you your money back.
We shall need some new x-rays.
- Try to keep your afternoons free, will you? - Sure.
Any facts Ruth dreams up will be topped by Lou Gehrig...
Papers? The one says white, the other black. I never read them.
You never know when you're going to get a baseball in your geometry.
Not a cent under $100,000.
Here. Beat it, brother.
♪ With a love that's true ♪
- This is Mrs. Gehrig. - How do you do?
- So long. - So long.
She liked this wallpaper, too, at first.
Even though we never had a honeymoon?
to have played...
I got a little lucky.
- Mom. - Here's Lou now.
- I'll run errands. - No, Louie.
Or a police dog.
- Yeah, I get the idea. - All right, ready?
What's the idea?
What for?
- Where did you say you play first? - Chicago.
We've got all the time in the world now.
hits the ball, hikes back to the hotel room...
Sure I do, straight.
- Things like this happen all the... - I'm not hysterical.
- Can you sit up a little, son? - Hold it!
- Can't you, Sam? - Sure. I will.
- Come on, let's get this. - That's a good one.
- Who? - Lou Gehrig.
Let's eat.
Somehow that doesn't add up to Sigma Alpha Psi, in my mind.
Mile-a-minute Myra, the all-American prom-trotter.
- You gonna let me take his place? - Gimme the cards.
This is just the pledge pin. I get the real pin before long.
I understand.
That's a pretty tall order.
Myra.
A janitor. A cook.
Do you want to get pinched for holding up traffic?
Lot of power there.
- How I Beat My Wife by Lou Gehrig. - Nix.
All right, Papa.
- Won't you join us, Mr. Twitchell? - Thank you.
- Get onto yourself! - He should wait him out.
There's some explanation that doesn't appear on the surface.
It's almost an exact duplicate of the first rug we had in our place.
Why don't you come out and watch me play...
- Now.... - I wouldn't kid you. I'd never kid you.
You watch, Gehrig will come back. He always does.
- What do you want to be? - I want to be a....
- isn't it wonderful? - Shut up.
- Eleanor? - Yes. She'll know where her father is.
He was probably detained somewhere. Maybe something important.
He'll be right along now.
If I had my way, darling, I'd give you the Yankee Stadium.
He's really a man, that man.
- Good morning, Mrs. Gehrig. - Good morning, Mrs. Roberts.
That's personality.
He's so young yet, so strong, and....
Save the fight for the field, boys.
You're going to do what she wants?
When is Lou going to die?
Pal or no pal...
Here's for being the greatest fan a man ever had.
- Just one more. - Right. Go right ahead.
You'll get a great play on these pictures.
This is great news! You should be a proud father!
Don't talk to me, you Borgia.
Yes, it is.
Safe!
- I'm trying to maintain a certain standard. - Gold standard?
Strike two.
You don't have to play with the Yankees, but it's no insult to be asked.
- This is Mrs. Johnson. - How do you do?
Ball two.
- I wonder if you'd autograph this for me? - I will.
- Can you pronounce it, Doctor? - We really haven't concluded all our tests.
And I'm laughing again.
From now on, they'll have to spell Gehrig's name in capital letters.
- What? - That was a thank you for marrying me.
Hello, Mr. Blake.
That's wonderful.