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love when he eats
One of my favorite movies. I don’t follow baseball and never played except during gym class.
How can you not be romantic about baseball?
Any idea how much of this is true to trade deadline reality? Not this particular scene per se, but this fast-paced movement in general? I always pictured trades getting more thoroughly thought out and proposed than this would imply.
Watching this movie as a foreigner I was a little bit shocked at how much the players were treated a simple pawns, getting traded around seemingly having no say in the matter. Seemed a bit slavey.
The movie got ruined by the ending for me.
It’s an entire movie showing that management can’t and doesn’t care about the players. He intentionally distances himself from them, he goes out of his way not to socialise with them, he happily wrecks their lives on a whim and the character development for his assistant is learning to do the exact same thing to the point where he happily wrecks an athlete’s life on a trade deal upgrade.
Loyal players who’ve gone above and beyond are tossed in the bin and the stat goes up, and the movie makes it very clear that this is a good thing, this is how the world works, this is harsh reality and the main characters are successful in it.
There’s not a single point in the entire movie that shows him as having any kind of connection or attachment to the A’s, the franchise or the players, he’s entirely mercenary from start to finish. And then the ending comes in, vindicates everything he’s done with his scoring system, vindicates everything he believes about how you select players, and offers him an offer of a lifetime…
…And then it gives us a nonsense Disney “He rejected it, because he now understands that this is his home :)” ending. It’s absolute fucking dreck. I was actually interested up to that point because I thought it would be unique as a story that actually *had* the mercenary MC take a deal like that, but it went in the most sappiest, weakest, most worthless cliche.
And before someone starts with, “um, aktually, in real life he didn’t take the-” shut up. I don’t care. In real life he would have had actual reasons or motivations behind that decision, or maybe he really was actually attached to the A’s or the franchise or something. Whatever his reasons were IRL, the movie didn’t fucking show them. And it needed to, because as presented, the ending flies in the face of the rest of the movie.
> It’s not that hard, Scott. Tell ’em, Wash.
> It’s incredibly hard.
Most sports movies focus on the big stars, or the up-and-coming guys with huge potential, or the over-the-hill guys who used to be stars, stuff like that.
One thing I like about this movie is there’s more focus on everyone else – the guys who bounce around between teams, who have to worry about getting sent down, who other teams don’t care about. Like the guy at the end here, but there are various other examples in the movie.
This and Hustle have become my two favorite sports management type movies. Not too much actual gameplay but more the politics of sports. Hard to pull off, but both of these are great examples.
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