My involvement with Cleveland baseball is pretty limited. I got to meet Bob Feller at a Richmond Braves kid's baseball clinic when he taught the art of pitching to a bunch of seven year olds who had no idea who he was or what we were doing. (Disclaimer: my baseball ability starts and ends in the dugout. My dad could play. My son is extraordinary, but it skipped a generation I guess.)
In any case, it is an interesting film to watch to see a manager plucked right out of a tire shop management position and the team filled with players from prison and the Mexican League.
Who doesn't want to root for a guy trying to make his last bid in the majors? Who doesn't want to root for the troubled kid who perhaps finally has his head on straight? (By the way, does Charlie Sheen always end up in these roles or is it just me that life imitates art?)
In any case, it is hard for me to start my baseball season without a little Major League. I think from hereon, I will try to bring you one baseball movie a month throughout the season for you to ponder. Have a great day!
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