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I may or may not have had
this entire speech memorized.
Oh, hell. You know I did. |
Those who know me - even if you don't know me well - know that I'm a sucker for a baseball player. See, I grew up in age of Kevin Costner. First there was
Bull Durham, in which he's kicked back down from the majors in order to make college-age girls all over the country tingly for an older-guy who waxes philosophical about what he really likes. Then there was Field of Dreams, and Kev (he lets me call him that in my fantasies) plays a tormented soul who's convinced that his father's ghost will return if he builds a ball field in his corn field. At least I think that's the plot. I'm not sure he even talked in this movie. Then there was
Tin Cup. Yeah, I know it's not a baseball movie - it's golf, but Kevin Costner also stars in this tingle-inducing movie. What was I saying again?
