Being at the Nashville Sounds game last night reminded me of how much I like going to the ballpark. Sheila and I had a couple beers, a big plate of nachos and two tickes 8 rows up on the 1st base side. All for the grand total of $50.
Of course, it’s Minor League baseball…but that doesn’t matter. It’s the feel of being in the stands on a warm, breezy night enjoying the sport.
Every time I go to a Sounds game I am reminded by the crowd, the stadium (build in 1978) and the players of the movie Bull Durham. Among the many quotable lines, I always laugh at the “I believe” speech…
ANNIE
(challenging him)
What do you believe in?
Crash at the door. Annie’s question is slightly taunting.
He stops, and speaks with both aloofness and passion:
CRASH
I believe in the soul, the cock,
the pussy, the small of a woman’s
back, the hanging curve ball,
high fiber, good scotch, long
foreplay, show tunes, and that
the novels of Susan Sontag are
self-indulgent, overrated crap.
(beat)
I believe that Lee Harvey Oswald
acted alone, I believe that there
oughtta be a constitutional
amendment outlawing astro-turf
and the designated hitter, I
believe in the “sweet spot”, voting
every election, soft core
pornography, chocolate chip
cookies, opening your presents on
Christmas morning rather than
Christmas eve, and I believe in
long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses
that last for 7 days.
ANNIE
(breathless)
Oh my…
Read the script for yourself, or better yet…buy the movie
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