The Sandlot

at ito ang nangyari sa 1932 World Series.

Ang kuwento napupunta na sa ilalim ng ikasiyam ining na may dalawang pagkontra,

isang buong bilang at ang tinali run sa base,

Babe Ruth itinaas ang kanyang braso at itinuturo sa bleachers center field.

Walang isa ay naniniwala ito, dahil walang tao ay kailanman tapos na ito bago.

Ngunit Ang Babe ay pagtawag sa kanyang shot.

Sa susunod na pitch, ang Great Bambino pindutin ang isang Matayog na makikita 400-foot bahay tumakbo.

At kahit na kahit na gusto niya ay isang bayani bago na,

na medyo marami kung paano siya ay naging isang alamat.

Tatlumpung taon mamaya, ang isang bata na pinangalanang Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez ...

naging isang kapitbahayan alamat.

Ito ay sa mga pinakadakilang tag-init ng aking buhay ...

kapag siya nagturo sa akin upang i-play baseball,

at siya ay naging aking matalik na kaibigan.

At nakuha niya ako sa labas sa mga pinakamalaking atsara Gusto ko kailanman ay in.

Pumunta! Pumunta! Pumunta!

Tumawid ka sa 9:00.

Lahat tama. Magkita tayo mamaya.

I moved to the neighborhood two weeks before school let out.

It was the same summer that Dodger Maury Wills would break the stolen bases record.

It was the same summer that Dodger Maury Wills would break the stolen bases record.

So with something that incredible going on,

it should've started off with loads of great things happening for me,

but it didn't.

I was from another state, and I didn't have a single friend in a thousand miles.

It was a lousy way to end up the fifth grade,

'cause I had zip time to make friends before summer.

And that's about where it all started.

My real dad died when I was just a little kid.

My mom had married Bill about a year before we moved to the Valley.

At the time, he and I were still getting used to each other.

Yeah.

- Um, Dad? - Mm-hm m?

I -I mean Bill.

- Remember you-- you promised you'd teach me to play catch? - Mm-hmm.

Um,

w-well, could you teach me?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay.

- Okay? - Thanks.

Sorry.

I'd followed them to the sandlot once after school.

I'd never seen any place like it.

It was like their own little baseball kingdom or something.

It was the greatest place I'd ever seen anyway.

- Bertram. - But they were good,

- real good. - Come on, Bertram!

And all I had was a plastic toy mitt that my grandmother gave me...

for my birthday when I was six.

But when I finally got up enough guts to go out there and try and make friends,

I found out that they never kept score, they never chose sides,

they never even really stopped playing the game.

It just went on forever. Every day they picked up where they left off the day before.

- It was like an endless dream game. - Come on! Come on!

There was only eight of them, so they didn't have a whole team.

So even though I didn't know how to play, I figured I could be the ninth man...

and maybe just stand in the outfield somewhere and take up space.

- Squints! - Of course, if I'd have known what was gonna happen when I got there,

- I got it! - I probably never would've gone.

- Nice catch. - Yeah.

Come on!

Come on, Benny, hit a homer!

- Come on! - Hey, batter, batter, batter!

- Whoa! - Watch out!

Okay, I'll get it! Get it.

Don't be a goofus. Don't be a goofus! Don't be a goofus!

- Throw the ball back! Come on! - Yeah, hurry up!

We are waiting!

Come on! Throw it!

- Come on, toss me the ball! - Come on!

Come on!

Oh, my God!

My life's over.

Did you see that hand?

If it wasn't for Benny,

I never would've made a single friend that summer,

'cause all the rest of those guys thought I was a lost cause.

Even before we became friends,

Benny and me were connected, connected for the one moment later that summer...

when I'd get us all into the biggest pickle...

any of us had ever seen.

Night, hon.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. It was an accident.

Scotty, have you made any friends yet?

- No. - Why not, honey?

'Cause I'm still new.

I don't want you sitting around in here all summer fiddling with this stuff...

like you did last summer and the one before.

I know you're smart, and I'm proud of you.

I want you to get out into the fresh air and make some friends.

Run around, scrape your knees, get dirty.

Climb trees, hop fences.

Get into trouble, for crying out loud.

Not too much, but some. You have my permission.

How many mothers do you know who say something like that to their sons?

Well, none mothers, I guess.

Honey, I want you to make some friends this summer. Lots of them.

Yeah, I know.

But I'm not good at anything, Mom.

Face it, I'm just an egghead.

Honey, you'll always be just an egghead with an attitude like that.

Well?

Well?

- He's too busy, Mom. - Oh, no, honey, he's not. He has some time.

You go on back out there and ask him.

- Uh, Bill, uh-- - Yeah?

I mean, Dad, uh, can we--

I mean, could you, like you said, teach me to play catch?

Yeah. Sure.

But I gotta get this done, okay?

- Okay, thanks. - All right.

- Bill? - Yeah?

Uh, couldn't you take a break and teach him now?

- Mom, it's okay, really. - Honey,

I said I would, and I will, but I'm under the gun here.

How long could it take?

Can't you spare half an hour and show him now?

- Mom, really, it's okay. - All right.

Okay. I'll get my glove.

See? I told you.

Oh, great.

All right, Scotty, get down to that end of the yard.

Okay.

Now, the key to this game is keeping your eye on the ball.

No matter whether you're in the field or at bat, eye on the ball, okay?

All right. Uh, yeah. I think so.

Where the ball goes, your glove should go. Got it?

Okay.

Okay. All right.

Darn. Sorry.

It's all right. All right.

Um-- Uh, here.

Okay.

Okay, I'm ready.

Eye on the ball, okay? Got it?

Okay.

If the ball moves, move your glove. Got it?

Yeah.

All right. Here we go.

Okay. You just need a bigger glove. Throw it back to me this time.

Throw it back.

Okay. Scotty, keep your eye on the ball.

Okay. Got it.

Okay.

Ow! Oh, my eye!

Ow! Ow! Oh!

Ow! Ow!

- What happened? - My eye.

- Honey, get some ice. Ice. - No, I got it.

- Here you go. - Those were for dinner.

- Oh! - Just hold it up there.

Nice and hard. Press it against-- Yeah.

- I just took my eye off the ball, Mom. - Yeah, but you caught it.

Just keep that on for, like, an hour.

It'll still be black, but it won't swell.

Sorry.

Gotta watch out for that curve.

Hey.

I'm gonna play some ball. We need an extra guy. You wanna go?

- No. Thanks. - Why not? Don't you like baseball?

- Oh, yeah, but-- - But what?

But my glove-- it's busted.

Uh, see? Now I can't go. Thanks, though.

It's okay.

I got an extra one.

Come on. Let's go.

Mom, I'm gonna go play some ball!

I'll be back in a little while.

Come on. Let's go.

And I'm Babe Ruth.

Listen. Ready?

Check this out.

I'm the Great Bambino.

What?

- I'm the Great Bambino. - What?

I'm the Great Bambino.

Oh!

Who's that?

What?

I had no idea who they were talking about.

- What did he say? - What, were you born in a barn, man?

Yeah, what planet are you from?

But there was no way I could let them know.

You never heard of the Sultan of Swat?

The Titan of Terror?

- The Colossus of Clout? - The Colossus of Clout!

- The King of Crash, man. - So I lied.

Oh, yeah, the Great Bambino. Of course.

I thought you said, "the Great Bambi."

That wimpy deer?

Yeah. I guess. Sorry.

Anyway, Scott, that's Timmy and Tommy Timmons,

Mike "Squints" Palledorous,

Alan McClellan-- we call him Yeah-Yeah--

Bertram Grover Weeks,

Kenny DeNunez and Hamilton Porter.

We call him Ham. Guys, this is Scott Smalls.

Hi.

Yeah, um, wel I, he's gonna play with us 'cause he makes nine.

Now we've got a whole team. We're wasting time. Let's go to the sandlot.