Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...or has stripes like a zebra.
All right, nigger.
I'm sick.
Like it, lump it, make your minds up to it, because he's coming!
- All right, all right. - Getting stitched up, for Pete's sake.
What are you doing out there, Ostermueller?
Aw.
What are you doing? You can dance with him later! Focus on the plate!
But when opening day came in 1947, that number dropped to 399...
Hell of a thing when a man's got good health...
Chapman, a hothead during his playing days...
Oh, my! He hit Jackie Robinson right in the head. And Jackie is down!
Hmm, mm-hm.
I was passing a sandlot, little white boy was up at bat.
They're taking the field.
No.
Whenever we play exhibitions with the Yankees...
Hmm.
Now, you know I'm from Kentucky.
...with my typewriter on my knees?
That'll be plenty.
You the batboy, sambo?
So I thought about it for a while...
Go play ball.
Robinson got his pitch!
In fact, he loves it.
We had a victory over fascism in Germany.
Plan's good, Mr. Rickey. You always have one.
Get the hell out of Cincinnati!
Oh, I understand.
Hello?
Well, he argues with umpires.
Everyone looked happy. I've never seen so many happy-looking people.
Folks, stand back, we'll get the bags out.
The Dodgers still without a manager...
Nothing good, nothing bad.
I don't like needing anyone for anything.
With the white Brooklyn Dodgers.
Well...
Now you get off the field, or go to jail.
No.
All right? They laugh about it.
Hey, nigger, I know you can hear me.
We'll have to wait and see what the umpire does...
Play now.
...to the International League, huh?
Well, I don't know, son.
Hmm?
He's a troublemaker.
- No. - Now, wait.
How about a picture? You shake hands. Bury the hatchet.
Robinson up.
I don't want him getting it in his head...
...against Robinson in Philadelphia...
As long as it looks like he's changed.
Why do you think Rickey's got us playing spring games here in Panama, huh?
Did World War Ill break out? Look at all of y'all.
On the field.
Yes, your temper! What are you, deaf?
Y'all gonna spoil him.
Yeah, Jack.
The world's not so simple anymore.
It's one of God's most repeated commands.
Ball!
...who would, of course, go on to take the World Series.
Inevitable, I suppose.
You gonna take care of my mama?
Popcorn! Get your popcorn!
I bet he wishes people didn't want to kill him.
I love you.
Out!
Way to turn two, Jackie.
You all right, honey?
- Are you calling Slaughter a liar? - Is he a liar?
You'll stay here all but a few days at the end of the week...
Everybody needs you!
Slaughter hits a hard ground ball right at Reese, who fires it over to Jack at first.
...of Branch Rickey to take the reins of the Brooklyn Dodgers.
Swings, and it's a fly ball out to left.
...and absolutely nothing to do.
I've just never seen one before.
Hell, come on, boy. You know you can't go in there.
It shouldn't give much of an advantage to the right-handed hitters.
I asked him if she was worth it, he said yes.
Hey!
Happy, you know very well my organization is entering a tempest.
...with a total of 400 players on their rosters.
Way to go, Jackie!
Whoa!
All right.
Give me something.
I'm from Greenwood, Mississippi.
Hey, hey! Get used to it, fellas. This how it's gonna be.
No. No. I wish.
Ty Cobb got caught plenty.
You gonna take care of your mama?
- You don't want no trouble." - You did not!
But I'm gonna do it.
Back, back, back, and...
So right foot on the bag when it comes.
You got a strange sense of humor, man.
Yeah, Branch, I understand he's got a name...
Ha, ha, hell, boy, you ought to know better.
We're a team. On a hot streak.
Who was that?