Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A little hoe down. In honor of our new star.

Wham! And though your Joe.

I just can't believe it. Where would he have been all these years.

I just disappear, is that it? Very simple.

Just when the future was lookin' grim. Shoeless Joe from Hannable Mo.

Hey. Did you..... I can't believe it!

Who minds them pop bottles flying. The hisses and boos.

Go like a bat out of you know where. Shoeless Joe from Hannable Mo.

So sleep your sleep, old girl. Our love will keep, old girl.

Enjoy, Joe. I do.

Hey. You guys would go for that, wouldn't you? Anytime, lady.

Ha Ha. Big joke. No joke.

Just luck. This is costin' the club money.

But we're laughing cause.

I'll tell you something right now. My boys won't play dead for the Yankees or any other club.

It is? Now the other hand.

Hey I can't....I can't get these on. Here buddy. Try these.

Back home in Hannable, we had heat over a hundred, lots of times.

So what the heck's the use of crying? Why should we curse?

That's a sign of old age, you know Joe. Talkling to yourself.

You got to have heart. All you really need is heart.

Come on. Cab's waiting.

Well alright. If Meg's awake, alright.

Are you coming my attractive friend?

Uh...Yeah. That's it. Boy it uh,,, It sure gets hot there sometimes.

Next year maybe.

Battin' practice is one thing. But how does he do in a game, huh?

Why not. You can't just sit around and mope.