Giants Being Lonely

You guys gotta find something inside you

that'’s gonna propel you to play better.

I don'’t know what that is.

Maybe it'’s your narcissistic personalities

'’cause your parents brought you up

as a privileged little bastard pipsqueak

that thinks they can fucking play videogames

and let their daddy and their mommy pay

for everything they do, but guess what?

All the little pretty girls that you want to go to the prom with,

that shit wears out,

because when you get older and you don'’t have any money,

you ain'’t gonna fucking get those girls!

What'’s up, Bobby?

-What'’s going on? -How'’s that career goal?

You got that scholarship, didn'’t you?

-All right, all right. -Good, good, good.

Don'’t smoke.

-That shit'’ll kill you. -You right, bro.

You right. Shit!

-Was that Bobby White? -Yeah!

Yeah, he'’s got it going on.

He'’s gonna go a long way.

Bobby White!

-Hi. -Hey.

How are you, Ms. Malico?

I'’m fine, I'm doing good.

How about you?

Good, just walking around.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You pitching good?

-Try to. -All right.

I'’ve been out to watch a couple of them.

-Really? -Yeah, early ones.

Early ones, yeah.

What'’d you think?

Flamethrower?

You look good, Bobby.

How'’s your daddy?

He'’s all right.

You tell him I said hey.

-I will. -Okay?

-Yeah. -All right.

Don'’t be a stranger.

All right.

What you gettin'’ up to tonight, Bobby?

-Strollin'’. -Yeah?

Oh, shit, this thing.

-Good night. -Bye.

This little boy just never gets enough, does he?

You'’re too much.

Are you wearing a bra?

Yes.

-Hello. -Hey!

-How'’s it going? -Good.

Come on, Bobby!

Hey, come on.

-One. -Two.

-Three. -Four.

-Five. -Six.

-Seven. -Eight.

-Nine. -Ten.

Switch.

-One. -Two.

-Three. -Four.

-Five. -Six.

-Seven. -Eight.

-Nine. -Ten.

Switch.

-One. -Two.

-Three. -Four.

-Five. -Six.

-Seven. -Eight.

-Nine. -Ten.

Switch.

No celebratin'’.

Good catch, good catch!

Going!

Get outta here!

Hit the base!

Hit the base!

Come on, Ken, faster.

Base, base!

Can I stay here?

I kind of like to sleep alone.

I got you.

I'’ll see you at school, though, right?

Yeah.

Okay. That was fun.

Mm-hmm.

I can normally do it myself,

but...I hurt my left hand.

Oh, yeah?

It'’s all right.

Thanks.

Where we going with this?

Over to the...wood wall.

What happened to your hand?

Uh...

Don'’t worry about it.

-Thank you. -Yup.

Thanks, man.

Thank you.

Hey.

Caroline.

Hey.

Have you seen Adam this morning?

Um, no.

Okay.

Bobby?

Did you listen to the rain this morning?

Yeah, did you?

Yeah.

What?

What is it?

What?

Let'’s get you inside.

Oh, thank you, son, thank you.

Oh my, whoa.

Perry!

Yo, who keeps putting

the fucking gum up in the dugout?

-It'’s Mulberry. -Mulberry, is that you?

Cut it out, Binky.

Hey, yo, shut up!

Coach is talking.

Deon, why do you keep hitting it to second base?

Sorry.

If you do that again, I'’m gonna bench your ass.

Okay?

Alejandro,

when you field the ball,

then I want you to tag this guy, Adam,

I want you to tag him hard,

I want you to try to knock him down.

Lay him out, or I'’m gonna bench your ass.

-Got it. -Goldberg, good job.

Thanks, Coach.

Adam, your only job is to run to second base.

-You think you can do that? -Yes, sir.

'’Cause I'm trying to teach you something about discipline,