Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Dodgers, with an excellent chance...
Okay, well here's one for you:
Judas Priest!
Stand still!
Hey!
Mr. Rickey says it doesn't matter if he's changed.
There he is.
Uh, Wendell, um...
...as Leo Durocher was suspended earlier this week.
It's time we had a victory over racism at home.
Just get him out.
Robinson crowding the plate.
- Come on, midnight! - He's all right, he's all right.
Now batting for the Dodgers...
...then he is gonna play on this ball club!
When Lewis fucks up the truck
He does not have the ice water in his veins to play big league baseball.
And if we have to claim the game as a forfeit, so be it.
To them, you a hero.
I'll see you in Brooklyn in eight weeks, oh.
Here comes the pitch.
Here's the pitch.
- It was on purpose? - Slaughter said it was an accident.
I'm gonna bring a Negro ballplayer...
You again.
He's asleep right now.
Hey! Don't you know nothing?
N
Your chronicler.
They go unhooded and work without a rope."
Let's go, Jackie!
Here we go!
But a time came...
Kirby Higbe.
He left us flat...
I don't want to say on the phone.
God built him to last.
Porch monkey!
Timeout!
Oh, no, you not getting away from me.
...I can put together a team that can win the World Series.
- Oh, and Leo. - What?
Batting second, playing second base, Jackie Robinson.
Come on now, come on now!
Huh?
New York's full of Negro baseball fans.
I want you to know something.
Ahem. All right, ahem.
Nigger!
If a man's got the goods, he deserves a fair chance, that's all.
Jackie Robinson at first. "The Brat" Eddie Stanky at second.
Absolutely.
...and, uh, I sleep better too.
...with the Dodgers not having relinquished first place since June 30th.
- You got the hop! - Ha, ha.
What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be playing in Chicago?
If you make it there...
...and I'll give you the guts.
He's gotta be kidding.
Hello?
You all right? You don't look all right.
Jack swings.
And Jack pokes a soft hit past second.
And now the lineup of the visiting Montreal Royals.
You want an apology? For what?
All of it.
Giants! Let's go beat the Giants!
You hear me? Why don't you look in the mirror?
Heads up, Jack. Get the sign.
NEXT RACE FOR PHILLY & TICK STAY TUNED
- Stop. - Yeah.
- Jack. - Right this way.
Well, we'd have won that son of a gun if the cornstalks would have held out.
Great, Harold.
I'd like to know what it is you're trying to prove.
You know what you can do with your petition.
What are you gonna do then? Fight him? Ruin all my plans?
Just get him out.
...you want to see the ball come in slow?
Playing for the Kansas City Monarchs.
Got the double up!
Jackie...
So be it.
Safe!
Man, what in the hell are you laughing at?
...that you let him drink out of the same water fountain as you?
What if I can't make you happy?
Come on!
- No cut! - He's running through!
You know what she asked me? She asked me this morning:
You're joking.
And I ignored it.
Other fellas is coming.
Just get him out.
You will remember me.
No, I'm snowshoeing in the Alps.
You know how when you're at the plate...
I'm not gonna fight you, get thrown out of the game.
...that believe in you, that respect you, that need you.
Greetings. Okay.
Pittsburgh!
Let him hit!
- I got it! I got it! - I got it!
Yes, uh, this is him.
In fact, I'm not supposed to tell anyone.
Uh, oh, and, uh, Wendell...
An example that even the most hardened man can change.
You already do.
A stand-up force of nature, he's complicated everything but himself.
Let's go, fellas.
Four! Four! Four!
Look at me, baby. Look at me.
I don't have much to say to you.
I was saying, why don't we all go and take a shower.
Can of corn, and Robinson is out.
If it's not too late.
...to the Brooklyn Dodgers.
Are you okay?
I know you can hit behind the runner. That you can read a pitch.
Oh, yeah, they are gonna come scratching and diving.
Steal home. You'll find out what kind of arm I got.
Uh, I'm sorry, Happy, heh, I thought you said lose Durocher for a year.
That right, boy?