I’m not a huge baseball fan, but I usually tune in for the World Series. I really don’t care who wins this year, but I’ve got more friends pulling for the Cards than for the Tigers. This forces me to root for the Tigers. Besides, if the Tigers are good enough for Thomas Magnum they’re good enough for me.
The other day I was flipping through the channels and Major League was on. In high school, we watched this movie so many times we had the dialogue down cold. One of my favorite scenes is when Pedro Cerrano starts doing voodoo in the locker room. When his teammates check it out, the following evangelistic conversation ensues:
Pedro Cerrano: Bats, they are sick. I cannot hit curveball. Straightball I hit it very much. Curveball, bats are afraid. I ask Jobu to come, take fear from bats. I offer him cigar, rum. He will come.
Eddie Harris: You know you might think about taking Jesus Christ as your savior instead of fooling around with all this stuff.
Pedro Cerrano: Jesus, I like him very much, but he no help with curveball.
Eddie Harris: You trying to say Jesus Christ can’t hit a curveball?