Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Follow a blow with a blow and they'll say, "The Negro lost his temper."
You hear me? Watch yourself!
Jack. They call me Hop.
Brooklyn? For what?
You're not playing him at shortstop, huh, Clay?
...from the Catholic Youth Organization vowing a ban on baseball...
Who'd you put out of a job, nigger?
It'll all take care of itself.
...until I can work out a trade.
Durocher, tell him to throw some strikes!
But he didn't do anything.
I hope Jackie's sleeping all right.
There's nothing I can do to hurt you.
Am I calling him a liar? What are you gonna write?
So, uh...
...headed for home...
This ain't the America I know.
Okay.
No. For turning this season into a damn sideshow.
Twenty-six years old. He's batting .350. Three-fifty.
...of old Burt Shotton as your manager.
...or should I?
Chicago, huh? Heh.
No nigger's gonna play with white boys.
Jackie, yeah, yeah!
Answer me, you black son of a bitch!
Greetings.
Way to turn two, Matty..
We're playing for money here. Winning is the only thing that matters.
Charlie Thomas. Fine young man.
Um...
So that first big league hit will remain to be seen.
Look at me, baby.
I mean, don't get carried away, Mr. Rickey.
Yeah, Jackie!
Eddie Stanky, safe at first.
What's this about, Branch?
...if Durocher wasn't punished for his moral looseness.
...and three months later, Imperial Japan surrendered as well.
But working together is how you win.
There you go. That's nice, Jackie. Nice, Jackie. Pop that foot off.
We're a ship without a captain and there's a typhoon coming.
- Strike three, you're out. - He's going!
...where the barnstorming style of play stood in contrast to the Majors.
I bet Jackie just wants to play ball.
Oh, for the love of Pete.
...to stay there and fight.
- Now, let me tell you something, sir. - No, you listen to me, young man.
We lost two to one.
There's some bad weather east of here.
That ball is screaming out to left. Hartung watching it go and...
How about right now?
Good night, Mr. Rickey.
Thank you, Alice.
Well, well, lookie here.
I don't remember him.
I won't let you down.
Nigger
Higbe, just settle down. Let's get the ball over the plate now, all right?
Staying together, a big step forward.
And Stanky lines a single out to right field.
Here.
...to turn the other cheek.
Hey.
You've been there for me through this...
Teams have gone their separate ways since...
That way we don't have to touch skin.
You think you were a little hard on Robinson?
Hey, why don't you go back to the cotton fields where you come from, huh?
As a team, why don't we shower together.
This game is crucial to the Red Birds.
.
Get him off the field!
Because if they get here and he's still here...
Yeah, I know you won't.
Good job, Jackie.
Well, what you do with your team is your decision, Herb.
Then I took a cold shower.
Sorry!
Hell of a player. He's too sweet. They'd eat him alive.
...I need you to get the other players to act like gentlemen around him.
But, uh, you don't look like a dead man to me, Burt.
Get out of here!
That's a balk.
Robinson rounds third...
Yes, sir.
Run as you see fit.
- Hey, fellas. - I'm a ballplayer, all right?
Robinson's a Methodist.
You talking to me?
Chasing baseballs in the sun all day? Put me in my grave.
He will report immediately."
Oh, my!
Pittsburgh Courier readers need to know how it feels.
Ball!
I'm not going anywhere!
- What? - Get off the field. Now.
- Come on, move! - Get back!
Jackie Robinson has his first Major League home run.
Last long road trip of the year.
Listen, I want to say something, uh...
You gave away our seats?
- Why, any decent-minded person would... - Sympathy, Harold.
And baseball was proof positive that democracy was real.
Yeah, well, the wife's inside cooking.
...as the Cardinals tied it up with two of their own in the 9th.
I've been playing shortstop.
About this, uh, petition, Leo.
People aren't gonna like this.
That was a pretty big hop, there.