Enjoy! Spring is almost here!!
Oh, and the next CITY ROCK reading will be held on Friday, March 12 at 7 PM at Shetler Studios in Manhattan. For more information, contact PL at fpliving@aol.com.
EXT. GRAMERCY PARK SOFTBALL LEAGUE PLAYING FIELD - DAY
Marcel mows down every player on the Stars. The Stars’ pitcher, Hank (50’s), a clean-looking accountant-type, keeps City Rock at bay as well for the first 6 innings. Pete is fuming as the last inning begins with the score 0-0. His team is up. He huddles for a conference with his batter. The batter gets up and bunts the first pitch from Marcel down towards the surprised G.C., who can’t get it in time. The next batter bunts the other way and Bird can’t get to it in time. 1st and 2nd, no outs. Mitch is up.
Jennie and Sam are yelling their support from the bench.
SAM
COME ON CITY ROCK! TAKE ‘EM DOWN, MARCEL! YEAH, ROCK!
JENNIE
(to the Stars)
YOU OLD MOTHER-FUCKERS! I COULD DO FIVE OF YOU AT ONCE AND STILL NEED TO JERK-OFF AFTER!
Sam looks at her aghast.
SAM
Damn, girl. You really know how to razz!
Mitch is not bunting. He’s been timing Marcel and now he feels ready. He goes after the first pitch and rips a line-drive up the middle. It whizzes by Marcel’s head, looking like the game-winning hit... but Rick is on the move. He zooms across the infield and before it escapes, he snares the ball for the first out, runs across 2nd base for the second out and is slammed into by the runner from first for the third out. An unassisted triple play!! Pandemonium erupts!
JENNIE
(hooting, making a jerking-off gesture towards the Stars)
YEAH, DADDY! YEAH, DADDY! WOOOOO!!!
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EXT. GPSL PLAYING FIELD - MOMENTS LATER
City Rock is up, last licks, still 0-0. Hank dispatches Rick and T handily with low, heavy fastballs. Bird is up, the last hope to avoid extra innings. Pete calls time and goes out to talk to Hank.
PETE
Don’t give him nothing to hit.
Hank just nods. He sets up as Pete jogs back to his catcher’s spot.
PETE
(quietly taunting Bird)
I heard about that knee slam you took uptown in ‘76, ruined your shot at the big leagues, huh? Tough break. Bet the guy who did it was a real scumbag, too.
BIRD
(nostrils flaring)
That guy don’t live uptown no more.
Hank delivers one pitch way outside of the strike zone and another one way high. Bird sniffs.
PETE
Oh, well, guess you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ to hit this round, Birdman. It’ll just have to be up to the other pebbles on the Rock!
Hank delivers a pitch so low it hits the asphalt just before home plate... BUT... Bird, running way up in the box, golfs the ball on the bounce. It takes off like a 3-iron shot... soaring, soaring, gaining speed until it clears the fence, bounces off a car, setting off the alarm, and lands in the back of a garbage truck driving by.
Home run! Game Over! City Rock wins 1-0!!
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