by Dmarque on February 28th, 2009, 8:53 pm
For Love of the Game:
"After 19 years in the big leagues, 40 year old Billy Chapel has trudged to the mound for over 4000 innings. But tonight, he's pitching against time, he's pitching against the future, against age, against ending. Tonight, he will make the fateful walk to the loneliest spot in the world, the pitching mound at Yankee Stadium, to push the sun back into the sky and give us one more day of summer".......( Personal note: I love the whirring sound of a fastball as the threads tear the air and then ultimately slam with full force to the catchers mitt each time in this film).
Tin Cup:
"What is the golf swing?' -- by Roy McAvoy. The golf swing is a poem. Somtimes a love sonnet and sometimes a Homerian epic -- it is
organic and of a piece, yet it breaks down into elegant stanzas and quatrains. The critical opening phrase of this song is the
grip, in which the hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the smallest finger, held lightly, a conductor's 8.
baton. Lowly and slowly the clubhead is pulled back, led into position not by the hands but the body which turns away from the target,
shifting to the right side without shifting balance. Tempo is everything, perfection unobtainable, as the body coils, now to the top
of the swing, in profound equilibrium. And then a slight hesitation, a nod to the gods...A nod to the gods, yes... that he is
fallible. As the weight shifts back to the left pulled now by powers inside the earth -- it's alive, this swing, a living sculpture -- and down through
contact, always down, into terra firma, striking the ball crisply -- with character -- a tuning fork goes off in your heart, your
balls -- such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot -- And then the follow through to finish, always on line -- The reverse 'C'
of the Golden Bear, the steelworker's power and brawn of Carl Sandburg's Arnold Palmer, the da Vinci of Hogan, the unfinished symphony of
Roy McAvoy".
Patton:
Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost, and will never lose a war... because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.
Bobby Jones, Stroke of Genius:
Walter Hagen "Now what you have to understand Bobby is that three bad shots and one good shot still make par. You see Golf is the game of recovery".
My Cousin Vinny:
Vinny Gambini: I understand you played a game of pool with Lisa for $200, which she won. I'm here to collect.
J.T.: How 'bout if I just kick your ass?
Vinny Gambini: Oh, a counter-offer. That's what we lawyers - I'm a lawyer - we lawyers call that a counter-offer. This is a tough decision here. Get my ass kicked or collect $200. Let me think... I could use a good ass-kickin', I'll be very honest with you... nah, I think I'll just go with the two hundred.
My Blue Heaven:
Vincent 'Vinnie' Antonelli: "You see, Richie loved to use 22s because the bullets are small and they don't come out the other end like a 45, see, a 45 will blow a barn door out the back of your head and there's a lot of dry cleaning involved, but a 22 will just rattle around like Pac-Man until you're dead".