I was watching Major League last night because I was bored as shit and I finally realized something:
Remember that scene when they “decide” to play better and they unveil that cutout of that one bitch with the pieces and Lou Brown says that he figures the Indians would have to win 32 more games to win the pennant? At that point, the team was 60-61 which means there was only 41 games remaining. That means they would have gone 32-9 the rest of the way to win the pennant. 32-9 in the AL East in 1989 for a winning percentage of just under .750. Sure, the AL East in 1989 was pretty mediocre–the Blue Jays won the division with 89 wins and lost the ALCS to Oakland in five games–but .750 for a team riddled with AIDS? Not bloody likely.
And if all they needed to do was take more defensive drills, shine their bats more while smoking a cigar, take more batting practice in the middle of the night, and lift more weights while wearing only a jock strap, why weren’t they doing it all fucking season? Fuck you, Lou Brown. You coddled these sumbitches.
it’s a marathon, not a sprint.
it’s not how you start, it’s how you finish.
it’s not a question of how, it’s how many.
/insert cliche here
//and you’re an asshole
If Lou Brown had managed the Mets they would have fired him the minute he pissed on Corbin Bernsen’s contract.
if lou brown WAS OFFERED to coach the mets, he would’ve hung up on them and gotten back to the guy on the other line who was interested in a set of whitewalls.
because the mets are the ghey.
Are you familiar with the current state of your favorite baseball team?
Didn’t they just copy the 51 Giants and 78 Yankee comebacks in that movie? It is not that fucking impossible. I mean it happened twice.
/fuck you both for the Met references
Ahem,
Neither the 51 Giants nor the 78 Yankees had AIDS.
i believe ohio, but i might be wrong.
I also don’t think that the reigning MVP and triple-crown winner would have struck out on 3 straight heaters when he knew they were coming. At the very least, he would have fouled off one of them sons-a-bitches until he got a pitch he could handle.
Unless his name is Alex Rodriguez
/Yankee Corollary
/Huge Choker
/sickest of burns
I was watching Rookie of the Year when I was bored and realized that the plausibility of a child pitching in the major leagues was absurd.
/Hef
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