Sorry I haven't been on in a while; I've been throwing up. I had a stomach...thing, I guess, is the best way to put it. So I haven't been on. The high point, though, of being sick was that, in between bouts with a bucket, I got to view for the first time in its entirety, the original Bad News Bears. I loved it.
It was so cute, and good, that I didn't even care that it was from the seventies. That even helped a little, I think, because, really, nothing like that could be or has been made today, or should be attempted (yeah, I'm lookin' at you, Billy Bob Thornton. Why don't you come over here and do something about it? Oops, sorry. Found myself channeling Tanner for a minute there).
I really, really loved this movie. My dad--who has become a recurring guest-star on this blog, I've lately realized--says that it's because I have some sort of crush on Jackie Earle Haley--which I do not--, but I know better. It's just a really good, funny movie that I want to watch over and over and over and over and over and over and...
Yeah, I think you get it. If you don't, what's your problem, dude? Why you hatin'?
Anyway, I'm asking for it for a birthday present (but, you know, if you have an extra copy of it lying around right now that you feel like sending to me, hit me up), and I really (really really really, you get the point) hope I get it. Sure, they're not all-stars, but they had fun. And there was a girl on the team. So, you know, that helped.
Tatum O'Neal was really good in it, by the way. It was almost scary.
So, yes, in between bouts of throwing up I managed to enjoy the story of Morris Buttermaker and Timmy Lupus ("Lumpus") and Engelburg ("My shrink says that's why I'm so fat!) and the young punk Kelly Leak (the riding-his-Harley-across-the-freaking-field thing was classic) and the Agilar brothers ("I've been brushing up on my Spanish, and I think he said that he's Catholic and it's a sin") and the rest. It produced some great lines, like "Go sit in the bleachers before I shave off half your mustache and shove it up your left nostril" and "Couldn't you have at least unwrapped it?" and "It wasn't an infielder error because he wasn't there." Also, it gave me some of my favorite movie scenes ever, like the one where some of the team are watching Amanda doing ballet and Engelburg's chowing down on a bucket of fried chicken, and the aforementioned Harley-across-the-field-on-opening-day part, and the whole air-hockey thing. (I kick butt at air hockey, by the way. Come on, sucker. Try me.)
If you're bored, and it's on, check it out. And if you're not bored and it's on, check it out anyway. And if it's not on, go find it.
And yes, I wrote this whole post in yellow to honor their uniform colors; so what? You got a problem or something?
Sorry. Got possessed by Tanner again.
Yay; I just realized I have two more in the series to watch. That makes me so happy...
Shut up, Dad.
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