Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No score, bottom of the 4th.
Come on, now, get up.
You Jackie Robinson?
Oh, Mama, yes, he did. He discombobulated the man.
Playing ball.
Jorgensen, a rookie, spent last season in Montreal.
Hmm.
You saw the play.
Screw your hardware store, Dix! And if you don't like it, screw you.
Uh-uh. Home of the free, land of the brave? You hear me?
These two teams are in a dogfight for first. Top of the 11th now, all tied up at 2.
Sure got a mouth on him.
Now I know you're joking.
One question is...
...batting .301 with 31 doubles and 10 home runs.
You don't have two words to rub together, do you?
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
Uh, yes, put him through.
...first baseman, Jackie Robinson.
You think God likes baseball, Herb?
I can still hear him!
Train for Atlanta and points north now boarding.
What can I do for you, Pee Wee?
Tell me.
...you were against it.
Do a little shuffle.
What are those?
Get up, Jackie.
Who's broad stripes and bright stars
...and you cannot meet him on his own low ground.
...that you are gonna take from the newspapers...
Oh, I said:
So guess what?
How come you never shower until everybody else is done?
Get him, Schultzy! Get him, Schultzy!
There's, uh...
...you'll be on the train.
Yeah! There he is!
Mm-hm.
Wear a suit and a tie like Connie Mack.
- ...he deserves it. - Ugh.
Look, they're gonna try to get under your skin. You need to be ready.
My wife says I'm too old. Heh, heh.
...to serve something greater.
And there's jubilation around this earth.
MPs had to take him off.
Come on in now. Grab a bat. Who's up?
Hey, Jack. Hey, Jack, is this about politics?
POV: Me at my child's baseball game PWNING his rivals
Get the hell out of North County! We don't want you here, boy!
It'll be fine. He looks like a nice boy.
I mean, don’t get carried away commish..
It's a Greek word. It means "to suffer."
Hey, Jim. You escorting that boy out of town?
And he's hoping it'll make us more comfortable being around Robinson.
Jack hasn't backed down to a pitcher all season.
Ma'am.
I don't know.
How are you, fellas? I'm looking for your, uh, shortstop.
Hugh, next guy up, you hit him right in the head. You clean his clock.
They knew he'd do it.
- Hey, you watch your mouth! - Hey, you watch your hand.
I'm supposed to report to spring training in the morning.
- You boys get around. - Yeah, we sure do.
Put on a little show, nigger.
Every one of the 400 players were white.
I'm in the baseball business.
Stanky now having a chin-wag with his ex-teammate Chapman.
With you and the other Negro players I hope to bring up next year...
Jack.
What are you gonna do now? Come on!
Hmm.
Wake up now, ladies! Wake up!
Now, get out there.
Sticking up for himself is something you'd expect of any man.
A baseball box score, after all, is a democratic thing.
Sky's starting to clear now, the sun pushing its way through.
Hey, number 1!
You gotta do something about it.
No.
Uh, Mr. Rickey, I, uh...
Come on, half those wins were on account of you.
- There are no other wives. - You must be Jackie.
And Robinson is out.
Why'd you do it?
I'll get you straightened out tomorrow. Okay?
Y'all ain't up-states now. They gotta keep separate.
...and I looked up "conspicuous" in the dictionary.
DISCOMBOBULATED THE MAN!
- All right, do it. - That's good. Right here.
...this CYO, they buy a lot of seats, they draw a lot of water...
There something wrong with that, Jack?
Yes. Important road trip.
Runner, take home.