Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Working with the players?
They're gonna do anything to get you to react.
Pittsburgh Courier.
- You spit on me now? - If I spit on you, it'd be an improvement.
I'm a Methodist. God's a Methodist.
What are you thanking me for?
Bragan, most of your teammates have already, uh...
Oh, sorry. Oh, wait. Sorry.
Well, how we supposed to win sleeping on a bus?
Catcher!
- Come on, Fritz, let's get this boy! - You don't belong here.
It's a blank page, sir.
Flight to Pensacola leaves in an hour.
I need Durocher at the helm.
The Flatbush faithful voicing their approval of Jack...
Brooklyn plays downtown. Montreal just a few blocks from here.
Oh, boy.
He'll be nice and warm in here.
Phew.
Stanky from second and Chapman from the dugout.
Oh.
We show up, the circus is in town!
We're not gonna be able to take the field against your team if that boy's in uniform.
He's got half a mind, Jackie.
...can you control your temper?
"If the Robinsons can't stay at the hotels...
What I mean to say is, he's one of the slowest working pitchers in the game.
Too late.
So the roses are beautiful...
I remember when I was a kid, I saw Honus Wagner play, scored three times that day.
Hey, what's this nigger doing for you all...
You blew it!
Well, what was he court-martialed for?
I want you to know I'm there for you, even if it's words on paper.
That's right.
Since the 4th of July, the Brooklyn Dodgers have gone on a hot streak...
Hey, you okay?
Well, if by nice you mean soft, no.
Hey, Reese! Carpetbagger!
Burt, I need you.
- That's right. - So let him show what he's got.
it means brotherly love
That's it.
Dixie?
...with Ostermueller left standing in the Dodgers' way...
I wish I were, but it's this business of this actress out in California.
Welcome to opening day of the 1947 Brooklyn Dodgers season.
Seminick settles under it.
Yeah.
That Philadelphia manager is, uh...
When have I ever not written?
You got a car?
I like the way it smells when they mow it.
When did you have your monthly last?
All aboard!
Boss, we did it.
Heh, um, Mr. Brock, I'm just a ballplayer.
- Hey. Hey, you, where you going? - To the toilet.
Me? Look, I'm defending baseball.
I see he resents segregation.
My friends back in Birmingham would never forgive me.
...a little show of force.
- Looks good, Babe. - Thank you, sir.
Keep Robinson in Montreal. Where he belongs.
Good, he can't afford to be.
It may be that you're pregnant.
The new glove, it's the big one there, Jack. You'll get used to it.
- I'm gonna come like a kamikaze! - He doesn't belong here!
Yours or mine? Heh.
Easy, kid.
Heh, well, I'm perfectly happy.
Oh, no, no.
We got this, boy. We got this, boy. Let's do it.
...or as they say in the trade, trying to get him to chase.
...rear foot at the back end of the box, slight open stance, bent at the knees.
Branch, how long have we known each other?
Sure.
...playing ball with white boys.
Pop that... Don't leave that foot on there.
Pittsburgh!
Every dollar's green.
She's recently divorced and Durocher's the cause.
What you gonna do if one of these pitchers throws at your head?
Nigger!
"Heel bone longer."
You're medicine, Jack!
Maybe tomorrow we'll all wear 42. That way they won't tell us apart.
No. Look, we treat him the same way we treat Hank Greenberg...
...and when he inquires as why you didn't take the field...
This started on the field, it's gonna end on the field, and we're done talking about it.
Fed him already.
Conspicuous.
Try not to lunge at the plate.
Headed to the plate now for his first big league at bat is Dodger rookie:
Good night.
Uh, Ben Chapman, he's the, uh, manager for the Phillies. You knew that.
...and the Philadelphia organization wish him all the luck that we can.
Baseball ignored it, now we can't.
Men returned home. Among them, some of baseball's most beloved names.
I'm bowling.
It means "to attract notice or attention."
NIGGER!
Ain't that right?
Only you.
Ball four!
What happened? I don't understand.
And I don't mean the Brooklyn Dodgers, though he's doing that too.
Men?
...with the Dodgers.
And get that bus out of here.