Pitch

Previously, on Pitch...

- You two have met? - Hey!

Mike Lawson and I have been seeing each other.

- Just for a few weeks. - Now I'm going to L.A.

where I have to see my pain the ass ex-wife,

who's just hell-bent on ruining my life.

I got hacked. Pictures. Selfies that we took from the road.

- I quit. - I will go with you!

All this attention and celebrity, it's only gonna get worse.

So you better find a friend and let 'em in.

All right? 'Cause all of this is way too much for one person.

- I guess you've seen the video. - The whole world's seen the video.

I'm... not a regular therapist, you know.

So you can't just run down the clock.

Game's gonna start eventually.

Well, then we should get started,

because you've been asked to talk to me about last night,

and I've been asked not to leave until you do.

So, I'm... I'm just supposed to

talk about my darkest secrets and my deepest fears, and all that?

You will.

But let's start easy.

What have the last 48 hours been like for Ginny Baker?

Strike!

Ginny!

Pretty standard.

- Congratulations. - Yeah. Whoo!

- Thanks. - Whatever you need, Ginny.

And speaking of what you might need

to play baseball in style...

Ta-da.

Wow.

We know you may want to break in the glove, but...

we'd love it if you could slip it on for a few shots

at the signing party in Los Angeles tomorrow night.

I'm not sure this goes with the dress

Amelia's promised.

It matches your shoes perfectly.

Not an accident.

Not an accident.

Now, we'd love to show you some mock-ups

from the campaign we discussed.

It's all about breaking barriers,

paving the way for others.

"The first black man in Major League Baseball."

"The first woman in space."

"The first black president."

And...

"A new day is dawning in sports."

But seriously, no pressure.

- I love it. - Me too.

Thank you so much.

It's hit to the shortstop,

he leaps to make the catch!

Can you shut it off if you're not watching?

I'm still working here.

It's soft enough to be able to time it...

Must be casual Tuesday.

So, if it's okay, Ginny invited me to her thing tomorrow night.

I probably should've invited you.

Probably. But I don't bruise easy.

That's a lie. Anyway, if you thought the whole "us" thing

would be weird for her, she invited me, so...

You think she's fine because she acted like she was fine?

You really don't understand women, do you?

- I think I understand women quite well. - Oh?

What's that saying? Uh...

"True wisdom is knowing how much you don't know."

Unless you really do know...

everything.

Why is that charming?

Why is that charming?

See? I do know women.

What's wrong?

What time is it?

Calm down.

Just try to breathe normally. I'll be right there.

What's going on?

Everything's okay.

It's okay, but she can't breathe?

She's just... having a panic attack.

Got it handled.

I'm just tired.

Tired, but I can't sleep, you know?

I know it well.

What's keeping you up?

I don't know.

Just...

Is it too late to go with someone else?

The appropriate time to have had that discussion

was two days ago.

When we had it.

Remember, you loved

that they viewed you as an athlete,

treating you the same as LeBron or Serena,

and not using that workout gear to hypersexualize you.

You made the right call.

Rest easy on that.

I know...

That's a big sweatshirt.

I borrowed it.

I'm sorry I woke you.

Want me to stay for a bit?

No. I'm fine.

Really, I'm fine.

Can you tell me about your start yesterday?

You can check the box score online.

Well, I'm trying to make it easy for you,

but it's not multitasking if you are just doing one thing.

Don't take it personally, Doc.

You are a "doc"?

I am.

Two kinds of doc, in fact.

And a sports expert.

Mm. Sports fan.

But I'm an expert at stressful jobs.

I was an army psychiatrist.

Overseas?

I spent some time in Schweinfurt, Germany,

and stateside, but yeah. Some time in Iraq.

My job was... hard.

Too hard at a certain point, and...

took a while to admit that to myself.

Hmm. I get it.

Want to know why I couldn't sleep?

I don't belong with those people.

Real heroes.

I am a number five starter.

I'm not the first woman... I'm not even the first black woman...

To pitch professionally.

But no one remembers Peanut Johnson.

Everyone's celebrating me?

I mean, my... my achievements are modest.

Your stats are modest,

but make no mistake. Getting to the majors is historic.

But I don't deserve to be in that company.

I don't feel like I deserve any of this.

There, I said it.

Did I have my breakthrough?

Anyone who thinks that they belong in that group

would be having a different conversation with me.

And no... I don't think you're going to have a breakthrough

until you sit down and talk with me.

All right. Well...

I'm gonna go for a run.

Okay, well...

I'll tag along, and, uh...

maybe you can tell me about your last start.

Two more runs come around to score.

Baker's getting hit hard today.

That puts the Pads in a six-run hole,

with just one out, here in the second inning.

Lawson out to talk it over.

Why are you changing the calls?

- You shook me off. - You never change the calls.

Then why'd you shake me off?

You having trouble breathing? What are you...

- You having a panic attack or something? - What? I'm fine. It's 97 degrees.

Why'd you just ask me that?

You hurt?

- I'm fine. - Good, because

our bullpen got wiped out yesterday,

and you got to eat some innings for us.

We're playing for tomorrow, kid.

You got to wear it today.

You got it, Skip.

Come on, Lawson! If you haven't said it yet, it's got to wait.

Ginny!

What happened?

I just didn't have it today.

Couldn't get my screwball over for a strike.

Ginny, any trouble with your arm?

I've got no excuses. I just sucked.

She had a bad game after four quality starts. What's the problem?

She came into my office the day of the trade deadline

to tell me not to trade her friend.

First time I've ever had a player do that.

Well, you could've told me. That's something I need to know.

So I'm wondering if now is the best time for this party.

Maybe she shouldn't have so many distractions.

- What party? - She signed a deal with Nike.

The ad agency's throwing her a party.

Lawson and Sanders are going, too.

Look, I got in enough trouble for treating her different.

It sounds like everybody's going to this party.

Would you be so concerned if Baker wasn't a girl?

- Would you be so protective? - Guys, look,

she had two bad days, all right?

It's a very limited data set.

Now, if we tell her she can't go,

it makes something that may be nothing into a thing.

So let's just...

let it be.

Why wasn't I invited to the party?

- Okay, just look down. - Ah...

Really? A baseball flying at you at 100 miles an hour,

you breathe steady, but mascara makes you shake?

I can't believe I told Amelia that you're as good as a professional makeup artist.

You've literally poked me in the eye every time.

Well, I wouldn't if you just held still.