Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...headed for home...
I bet Jackie just wants to play ball.
Durocher, tell him to throw some strikes!
Look at me, baby.
.
Here.
...and three months later, Imperial Japan surrendered as well.
I won't let you down.
You're not playing him at shortstop, huh, Clay?
- What? - Get off the field. Now.
But working together is how you win.
That was a pretty big hop, there.
Chicago, huh? Heh.
Well, what you do with your team is your decision, Herb.
Oh, my!
...or should I?
I hope Jackie's sleeping all right.
I mean, don't get carried away, Mr. Rickey.
Oh, for the love of Pete.
Jackie Robinson has his first Major League home run.
Run as you see fit.
Good night, Mr. Rickey.
Follow a blow with a blow and they'll say, "The Negro lost his temper."
...where the barnstorming style of play stood in contrast to the Majors.
Last long road trip of the year.
Greetings.
Get out of here!
No nigger's gonna play with white boys.
There's nothing I can do to hurt you.
Higbe, just settle down. Let's get the ball over the plate now, all right?
Ball!
You talking to me?
That ball is screaming out to left. Hartung watching it go and...
But he didn't do anything.
Good job, Jackie.
About this, uh, petition, Leo.
And Stanky lines a single out to right field.
Yeah, well, the wife's inside cooking.
Robinson's a Methodist.
People aren't gonna like this.
This game is crucial to the Red Birds.
Way to turn two, Matty..
No. For turning this season into a damn sideshow.
Yes, sir.
- Hey, fellas. - I'm a ballplayer, all right?
Twenty-six years old. He's batting .350. Three-fifty.
- Why, any decent-minded person would... - Sympathy, Harold.
Teams have gone their separate ways since...
Robinson rounds third...
Charlie Thomas. Fine young man.
Jack. They call me Hop.
Eddie Stanky, safe at first.
...to stay there and fight.
There's some bad weather east of here.
What's this about, Branch?
He will report immediately."
This ain't the America I know.
...from the Catholic Youth Organization vowing a ban on baseball...
Um...
Well, well, lookie here.
Staying together, a big step forward.
- Now, let me tell you something, sir. - No, you listen to me, young man.
You've been there for me through this...
...until I can work out a trade.
I've been playing shortstop.
You hear me? Watch yourself!
I don't remember him.
We're a ship without a captain and there's a typhoon coming.
We're playing for money here. Winning is the only thing that matters.
I'm not going anywhere!
You gave away our seats?
Because if they get here and he's still here...
- Strike three, you're out. - He's going!
Hey.
Who'd you put out of a job, nigger?
So that first big league hit will remain to be seen.
- Come on, move! - Get back!
...of old Burt Shotton as your manager.
Answer me, you black son of a bitch!
Hell of a player. He's too sweet. They'd eat him alive.
There you go. That's nice, Jackie. Nice, Jackie. Pop that foot off.
...I need you to get the other players to act like gentlemen around him.
Thank you, Alice.
Yeah, I know you won't.
...as the Cardinals tied it up with two of their own in the 9th.
But, uh, you don't look like a dead man to me, Burt.
And baseball was proof positive that democracy was real.
Pittsburgh Courier readers need to know how it feels.
Brooklyn? For what?
It'll all take care of itself.
Get him off the field!
Listen, I want to say something, uh...
Jackie, yeah, yeah!
You think you were a little hard on Robinson?
That's a balk.
Hey, why don't you go back to the cotton fields where you come from, huh?
Am I calling him a liar? What are you gonna write?
Then I took a cold shower.
Okay.
Nigger
...if Durocher wasn't punished for his moral looseness.
As a team, why don't we shower together.
We lost two to one.
So, uh...
How about right now?
Sorry!
Yeah, Jackie!
That way we don't have to touch skin.
Chasing baseballs in the sun all day? Put me in my grave.
...to turn the other cheek.