Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and they're there for one reason and one reason only.
- Aah! - Come on!
All right, Milwaukee,
You know, I'm an entrepreneur.
- They call me what? - The boss!
Apparently he hasn't forgotten the way Stan abandoned the team
I'm just saying, Stan Ross Day.
You ask me about my lats. Yeah, I feel it.
- That man was safe! - That man was out.
- What happened to Yahko? - What happened to Yahko?
Man, I never batted lower than fifth in my life.
Beyatch.
Don't make me run you, Gus.
Mm-hmm.
Is that right? How many push-ups can you do?
Oh, bat boy.
Bingo.
Plus, that's gonna look tight in next year's video game.
- Curve ball. - Listen to what I'm telling you.
- What? - Oh, you know what.
Come on, baby!
You're outta here! Let me tell you something!
3-0, the count.
Skillett charges. His only play is to first.
into the raging, raging river.
Yes, sir.
Yeah!
You got a call an hour ago from The Tonight Show.
Best player on the Brewers.
Yo! Yo! Yo!
Stan Ross called for an extra practice?
Wrong! He's embarrassed.
The only thing Boca gonna carry is my plaque.
Give me my 3,000-hit ball.
If you lead the league in batting for three years,
Number 21,
Damn.
- I didn't mean it. - I know.
Be with me.
Wait. Let me talk to you for a minute.
Whatever.
Why do you care so much about it?
We invited him to Old-timers' Day
Any doggone thing, baby.
and, well, that'll get you some halitosis action.
They got some pretty young thing they tryin' to groom.
But you have hole in your ass.
No, no, no.
You be out when I get back, or someone will have to pull
Be a hitter, baby. Be a hitter.
Game's changed a lot since we last played.
You meet me at the ball park Thursday morning at 9:00.
Pennebaker rounds first, heading for second.
Favorite portion of the show, the comedy portion.
Just by chance, you ain't here to see me?
Number 21, Stan Ross.
Let me tell you something.
We're going for third place.
Shoot.
- Mark, Steve, are you ready? - You didn't ask if I'm ready.
But you, my friend,
That's why you're comin' back. So all them names make sense.
Let's go ! Abonne toi pour plus d'astuces
They get the chance to see history in the making.
Here's a throw to first base, and Ross is out.
I like the sleepin' and the talkin'
What about Kansas City? That was a mind-blowing weekend.
Did he go for it?
I got tickets for that one.
That was 4/10 of a second.
You're one of a kind, Stan Ross. Thank you for sitting with us.
Viagra, man. You'd be the spokesman.
You're kiddin'. You're not in the mood?
Out!
Those hits are my ticket to the Hall of Fame.
more competitive on the field?
Second year, I was less than 50 and so on.
- Head up my ass? - That's right! Head up your ass!
2,999 hits to date in his illustrious career.
Mm, you too, Tony.
But let's talk about the name Mr. 3000.
Huh? Who's the old man, baby?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I just gotta go.
started with Stan Ross' 2,998th hit?
I never felt that type of respect
Look at him.
- So you're telling me... - Stan Ross, Mr. 3000,
Hey, all you Milwaukee leprechauns.
He was safe!
That's why I love you, man.
Come on, I know you remember what it was like.
Couldn't you wait until after the season?
All on, baby.
Stan Ross, at 47, the oldest man to homer in the major leagues.
Not really.
Yahko knew his only hope was to do the unthinkable,
Kiss my…black ass! No, no don’t get personal. Don’t get personal.
where I get a chance to hit against those pitchers
Now, we give him a physical.
or do you believe you can help make the Brewers
I don't want you to pop no blood vessel.
located on Peacock Street in Waukesha County.
But when an athlete gets to that point, he loses all his pride.
Listen, Stan's playing like he's frozen.
Once you get over the initial modesty, I think you'll be fine.
What?
All right, only 'cause I like this song, too.
Yeah, that's right.
But it don't matter 'cause I got mine.
The team need me. Come on, now.
Fuck Me! Fuck Me!
Well, it is for me.
That's what I'm talkin' about. That's why I'm quittin'.
Just get one more question.
in the league, will do everything he can
You're gonna tell me to kiss your ass, too?
Here's the wind and the pitch.
I'm on a roll, too.
No. What are you saying?
Come on, Brewers!
Get back in.
to left field.
Get off of my field!
Yes! Curve ball!