trojans_10 Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 Has anyone thought about making the rosters for major league 1 or 2 and/or the cyberfaces(which would be tough),I just thought it would be cool to play with them. The jerseys that i have in the game are already pretty similar to the one's they wore. I only wish there was a way to put the announcer on the game...lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jp_hidalgo Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 :shrug: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NYM Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 man some1 should....that was a great movie....."it would be bad to drink joboos rum" some1 gota make willie mays hayes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
APR Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 man some1 should....that was a great movie....."it would be bad to drink joboos rum" some1 gota make willie mays hayes. Play like Mays, run like Hayes. :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sean O Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 juuuuuuuust a bit outside. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fastflink2009 Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 WILD THING!!!! YOU MAKE MY HEART SING!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Last_Jedi Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 I can get the announcer sound wave files very easily, there are a few websites that have most of the things that he said during the game. back when High Heat Baseball was still in business I imported his sound waves into the announcer sound table in the game, there was this homerun call by him along with other ones like the "Juuuuuuuust a bit outside" I think it could be done with MVP it would just take time finding the announcer files and such in this game. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Last_Jedi Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 here are some sites where u can find sound wavs from that movie at http://moviewavs.com/Movies/Major_League.shtml http://new.wavlist.com/movies/315/ http://www.moviesoundscentral.com/majorleague.htm http://www.moviesounds.com/mjrleag2.html http://funwavs.com/movie/sounds/major-league-2/ http://www.audiosparx.com/sa/display/sound...uesttimeout.480 http://www.wavsite.com/sounds.asp just select the movie "Major League" from the list of movies and it will take u to them, there isn't a direct link to a page containing them so I just linked to the site Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kriegz Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 My avatar says to make it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sfgiantsflgators Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 hells yeah man, nice idea! :wtg: i'd definelty download this shizzle :hail: maybe, using mvpedit, we could trim down the legends and heroes teams into one and then turn the team left empty into the "major league" team. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NYM Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 " are you saying Jesus Christ cant hit a curveball??" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trojans_10 Posted June 23, 2005 Author Share Posted June 23, 2005 That would be great. I don't know how much I could help. I don't know how to use all that editing stuff, but it sure would be great if someone wanted to work on it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
camus Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 " are you saying Jesus Christ cant hit a curveball??" Ahahahaha. "Serrano is gonna need a rocket up his *** to catch this one." Honestly, if we could get Bob Uecker's sounds into this game it would make it a ton more enjoyable. I'm so sick of these announcers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatsSwan Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 I have been already working on them for like a week and i have the roster done i just have to fine tune it really shouldnt be that long intill i realese it and im making it just a .sav file with the 2.35 ultimate roster Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RonBurgundy Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 I have been already working on them for like a week and i have the roster done i just have to fine tune it really shouldnt be that long intill i realese it and im making it just a .sav file with the 2.35 ultimate roster Any chance of an XBOX conversion of the rosters? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheNateGBent Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Hell, why not League of their Own Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ataris812 Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Hell, why not League of their Own Because everyone knows women can't play baseball. Anyway, Bob Uecker(sp?) would be a great announcer. I just bought the movie from the $5.50 DVD bin at Wal-Mart. It's worth every penny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fastflink2009 Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Because everyone knows women can't play baseball. Anyway, Bob Uecker(sp?) would be a great announcer. I just bought the movie from the $5.50 DVD bin at Wal-Mart. It's worth every penny.omg that was one of the funniest things ive ever heard. Your'e killing me. hahahahahahahahaha :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :hail: :hail: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HopelessCubFan Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Honestly, if we could get Bob Uecker's sounds into this game it would make it a ton more enjoyable. I'm so sick of these announcers. or Vin Scully or Steve Stone. God I wish EA SPORTS would spend money on their announcers. As bad as it was, the old Hardball 3 actually went out and got Al Michaels. Or, I wish they got the creative writing and voices they had for NHL 2002. Whenever I pull that game out, I end up having to pause the games every now and then because I'm laughing so hard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatsSwan Posted June 25, 2005 Share Posted June 25, 2005 I'm almost done but i have a problem with the pitching rotation. 2 batters appear as pitchers and i cant like delete them from the rotation they show up as hitters and pitchers i think in mvpedit though they were originally a pitcher then i changed the pos and all the the other stuff does anyone know a way to fix this and willy mays number is 0 instead of 00 does anyone know how to make 00 a choice of a number Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dansaint Posted June 25, 2005 Share Posted June 25, 2005 The only ones that I know that are ever announced in the movies are: 3B Roger Dorn Sp Eddie Harris P Ricky Vaughn C Jake Taylor C Rube Baker C Jack Parkman (was traded to White Sox) RF Pedro Cerrano LF Hiroshi "Kamakazi' Tanaka CF -Willie Mays Hayes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
basballfanatik9 Posted June 25, 2005 Share Posted June 25, 2005 Willie Mays Hayes reminds me of Kenny Lofton. Favorite quote from Rube Baker "My momma always said, "It's better to eat sh!t than to not eat at all." " Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
basballfanatik9 Posted June 25, 2005 Share Posted June 25, 2005 LOL, I found some great quotes. Memorable Quotes from Major League (1989) [the Indians are on a plane during a thunderstorm] Willie Mays Hayes: Vaughn, get the stewardess. I need one of those bags. Rick Vaughn: There aren't any stewardesses. Willie Mays Hayes: I wonder if they are any pilots. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [to Ricky, while he's listening to "Wild Thing" on the jukebox] Lady: Wild thing, you make my heart sing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [after Rick has walked a bunch of batters] Indians Fan: Wild Thing. You make my heart sing. You walk everything. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heywood: How's your wife and my kids? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: In case you haven't noticed, and judging by the attendance you haven't, the Indians have managed to win a few ball games, and are threatening to climb out of the cellar. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: I play for the Indians. Chaire Holloway: Here in Cleveland? I didn't know they still had a team! Jake Taylor: Yup, we've got uniforms and everything, it's really great! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rick Vaughn: What's that **** on your chest? Eddie Harris: [wiping his finger across his chest] Crisco? Eddie Harris: [wiping it across his waist line] Eddie Harris: Bardol? Eddie Harris: [wiping it along his head] Eddie Harris: Vagisil. Any one of them will give you another two to three inches drop on your curve ball. Of course if the umps are watching me real close I'll rub a little jalapeño up my nose, get it runnin', and if I need to load the ball up I just... Eddie Harris: [wipes his nose] Eddie Harris: ...wipe my nose. Rick Vaughn: You put snot on the ball? Eddie Harris: I haven't got an arm like you, kid. I have to put anything on it I can find. Someday you will too. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sliding into home plate in a tux] Willie Mays Hayes: The American Express Card. Don't steal home without it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [wearing tuxedos, the whole team stands behind Home Plate and looks at us] Everybody: Hello. Do you know us? [putting on their caps] Everybody: We're a Major League Baseball team. Jake Taylor: But since we haven't won a pennant in over 30 years, nobody recognizes us - not even in our own home town. Eddie Harris: That's why we carry the American Express card. Rick Vaughn: No matter how far out of first we are, it's cool. You know, it keeps us from getting shut out at our favorite hotels and restaurant-type places. Pedro Cerrano: So if you're looking for some Big-League clout, apply for that little green home-run hitter. Roger Dorn: Look what it's done for us. People still DON'T recognize us but... [snaps his fingers] Lou Brown: We're contenders now. Willie Mays Hayes: [slides into Home Plate and holds up a green credit card] The American Express card: Don't steal home without it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rachel Phelps: I think he'll fit right in with our team concept. Charlie Donovan: That reminds me, I was going to ask you. What exactly *is* our team concept? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: That's my wife... Willie Mays Hayes: Does she know that? Jake Taylor: Well, she would've been if I hadn't screwed it up... who's that guy she's with? Willie Mays Hayes: I don't know. He's not wearing a nametag. Rick Vaughn: Want me to drag him outta here, kick the **** out of him? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charlie Donovan: Vaughn's been looking good out there today. Rachel Phelps: Don't worry, he'll blow it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: [to Rexman] Hell of a situation we got here. Two on, two out, your team down a run and you've got the chance to be the hero on national television... if you don't blow it. Saw your wife last night. Great little dancer. That guy she was with? I'm sure he's a close personal friend, but tell me, what was he doing with her panties on his head? [Rexman pops the ball straight up] Jake Taylor: Uh-oh, Rexie, I don't think this one's got the distance. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Board Member 1: I've never heard of half of these guys and the ones I do know are way past their prime. Charlie Donovan: Most of these guys never had a prime. Board Member 2: This guy here is dead. Rachel Phelps: Cross him off then. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: That's all we got, one goddamn hit? Assistant: You can't say goddamn on the air. Harry Doyle: Don't worry, nobody is listening anyway. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: Remember, fans, Tuesday is Die Hard Night. Free admission for anyone who was actually alive the last time the Indians won the pennant. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: The post-game show is brought to you by... [searches through his papers] Harry Doyle: Christ, I can't find it. To hell with it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [the Indians General Manager calls minor league coach Lou Brown at Tire World to offer him a position with the Indians] Charlie Donovan: How would you like to manage the Indians this year? Lou Brown: Gee, I don't know... Charlie Donovan: What do you mean, you don't know? This is your chance to manage in the big leagues. Lou Brown: Let me get back to you, will ya, Charlie? I got a guy on the other line asking about some white walls. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Rookie pitcher Ricky "Wild Thing" Vaughn is about to throw the final pitch for the Indians in the playoff game] Lou Brown: Forget about the curve ball Ricky, give him the heater. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: Heywood leads the league in most offensive categories, including nose hair. When this guy sneezes, he looks like a party favor. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: I'm hung over, my knees are killin' me and if you're going to pull this **** at least you could've said you were from the Yankees. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. Jake Taylor: Harris. 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? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tom: Stay away from her. Jake Taylor: Suck my dick. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: Second base... ****. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eddie Harris: Yo, bartender, Jobu needs a refill. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harris: This guy threw at his own son in a father son game. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: [at the library, discussing Jake's one-night stand with a flight attendant] I had no choice. She bet me fifty dollars that she had a better body than you and I had to defend your honor. Lynn Wells: Oh, what a bunch of bullshit! I have a much better body than she does! [everyone in the library turns to look] Jake Taylor: She's right. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Willie Mays Hayes: Don't you guys go anywhere. I plan to put on a hitting display. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pedro Cerrano: Hats for bats, keep bats warm. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roger Dorn: [shouting] Don't **** with me, Vaughn. Rick Vaughn: Yeah? [shouting] Rick Vaughn: **** you. Roger Dorn: What's the matter, rookie ****-Wad? Can't you take a little joke? Rick Vaughn: Real ******* funny, asshole. Lou Brown: All right, [shouting] Lou Brown: All right. Knock that **** off. Roger Dorn: Lou, you better make it real clear to this little lady that I'm not about to take his ****. Lou Brown: Shut up, Dorn. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Willie Mays Hayes has just made a 'basket catch' to end the inning] Lou Brown: Nice catch, Hayes. Don't ever fuckin' do it again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [introducing himself] Willie Mays Hayes: Willie Mays Hayes. I hit like Mays, and I run like Hayes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [to Hayes] Lou Brown: You may run like Hayes. but you hit like ****. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roger Dorn: Let's cut through the crap, Vaughn. I only got one thing to say to you: "Strike this mother ****** out." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: What I was concerned with was why you didn't come up with that grounder that Rockert hit in the 9th Roger Dorn: It was out of my reach, what do you want me to do dive for it? Jake Taylor: Rog, it could have meant the game! Roger Dorn: oh come on cut the rah rah **** Taylor! Year after this I go free agent. Plus me and my agent got a couple of plans for life after baseball. So I am not about to risk major injury or displace this property for a collection of stiffs! Jake Taylor: Ya know Dorn, I liked you so much better when you were just a ballplayer. If you wanna be an interior decorator now that's none of my business. But some of us still need this team. Now you listen to me! This is my last shot at a winner and for some of the younger guys it could be their only shot. I don't know what happened to you. But if you ever, ever tank another play like you did today, I'm gonna cut your nuts off and stuff em down your fuckin throat! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Roger Dorn puts little effort into catching a line drive] Lou Brown: Come on Dorn, get in front of the damn ball! Don't give me this "ole" bullshit! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Rick thinks he's been cut from the team] Rick Vaughn: I got news for you Mr. Brown, you haven't heard the last of me. You may think I'm **** now, but someday you're gonna be sorry you cut me. I'm gonna catch on somewhere else and every time that I pitch against you I'm gonna stick it up you're fuckin' ***! [Throws baseball against locker] Lou Brown: Good, I like that kind of spirit in a player. The only problem is I didn't cut you. Rick Vaughn: What? Lou Brown: I think someone's been having some fun with you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lou Brown: I thought you said we didn't have any high priced talent. Charlie Donovan: Forget about Dorn, he's just high priced. Pepper Leach: [Vaughn pulls up on a motorcycle] Look at this fuckin'guy. Lou Brown: My kinda team, Charlie, my kinda team. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roger Dorn: Lou, Lou; a minute of your time. [hands Lou his contract] Roger Dorn: See, it says right there; no calisthentics. What do you think of that? [Lou drops the contract on the ground and urinates on it, then walks off] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pepper Leach: [Vaughn has just given up a grand slam after walking three straight batter] You want me to go get him? Lou Brown: Nah, leave him out there. I want to see how he handles this. Lou Brown: [Vaughn hits the next batter causing a benches clearing brawl] I think you can go get him now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Janice Bowden: I hear baseball players make awefully good salaries now a days. Jake Taylor: Well it all depends on how good you are. Janice Bowden: How good are you? Jake Taylor: I make the league minimum. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Willie Mays Hayes: [looks over Jake's shoulder and see's him reading] Moby Dick? What you reading that for? Jake Taylor: This happens to be a masterpiece of American Literature. Willie Mays Hayes: [chuckles] Lynn turn you on to that? Jake Taylor: Yeah... a long time ago. Willie Mays Hayes: Well listen, if we ever get out of here, me and the other guys are going to a club later on tonight. You want to come with us? Jake Taylor: [frustrated] Oh, I can't, I got some reading to do. Willie Mays Hayes: [rolls his eyes] What man, you got a test or something? Jake, man why don't you just go over there and see her. Maybe she'll let you slide on a couple of these. Jake Taylor: Well I would if I knew where she lived. Willie Mays Hayes: That's easy! Just tail her home from the library. Jake Taylor: You mean sit in my car and wait for her to get out of work and then follow her? That's kind of juvenille don't you think? Willie Mays Hayes: [ponders it for a split second] Yeah! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Willie Mays Hayes: What the hell league you been playing in? Rick Vaughn: California Penal... Willie Mays Hayes: Never heard of it. How'd you end up playing there? Rick Vaughn: Stole a car. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: [before the playoff game] Monty, anything to add? Colorman: Ummm... no. Harry Doyle: He's not the best colorman in the league for nothing, folks! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heywood: [Hayes has just reached on an infield single] You really knocked the crap out of that one. Willie Mays Hayes: Oh, I plan to get at least a double out of this. [shows Heywood his black gloves] Willie Mays Hayes: I bought a hundred of these. One for every base I'm gonna steal. Excuse me while I take my first step toward the Hall of Fame. Heywood: My ***. Harry Doyle: [Hayes takes his lead off first base] We don't know where Hayes played last year, but I'm sure he did a hell of a job. Heywood: Real hard to steal second with your shoe untied. Harry Doyle: [Hayes looks down, then gets thrown out by the pitcher] Throw to first... Hayes is picked off! Personally, I think we got hosed on that call. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Willie Mays Hayes: [to Jake] Cerrano's looking for some extra power for tonight. He's looking to sacrifice a live chicken. Man, we can't have people puking in the locker room before the game! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rachel Phelps: [Charlie and Rachel are having a meeting about the team] Any ideas? Charlie Donovan: On how we can get worse? Rachel Phelps: Mmmmm... Charlie Donovan: How about a series of fines for good play? Maybe a $30,000 bonus to the guy voted Least Valuable Player. Rachel Phelps: Maybe the problem is... we're coddling these guys too much. Yeah! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heywood: Going somewhere, meat? Willie Mays Hayes: About 90 feet. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lou Brown: [at a team meeting] Can I have your attention, please? [picks up a bat and leans on it like a walking stick] Lou Brown: I have something I think you all ought to know about.It seems that Mrs. Phelps doesn't think too highly of our worth. She put this team together because she thought we'd be bad enough to finish dead last, knocking attendance down to the point where she could move the team to Miami... and get rid of all of us for better personnel. Roger Dorn: Even me? Lou Brown: Even you, Dorn. Eddie Harris: What if we DON'T finish last? Lou Brown: She'll REPLACE you with somebody who WILL. After this season, you'll be sent back to the minors or given your outright release. Jake Taylor: [Jake stands up] Well then I guess there's only one thing left to do. Roger Dorn: What's that? Jake Taylor: Win the whole ******* thing. [long pause] Willie Mays Hayes: [Willie stands up] Yeah. Pedro Cerrano: [Pedro pounds his hand] YES! [everyone talks amongst themselves] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: [an Indians pitcher is removed from the game] Well, you can close the book on Kellner. [under his breath] Harry Doyle: Thank God! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eddie Harris: Up your butt, Jobu. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [a naked Lou Brown tries to take a bath, but the whirlpool is broken] Lou Brown: I've had it with this nickel and dime stuff! I want that ***** on the phone! Rachel Phelps: [enters the locker room] You wanted to talk to the *****? Lou Brown: Yes! Rachel Phelps: Don't you think you oughta cover yourself up with a towel first, Mr. Brown? Lou Brown: We're out of towels, and I'm too old to go diving into lockers. Rachel Phelps: I can take it if you can. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Willie Mays Hayes: We should've got the live chicken. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pepper Leach: [Rick Vaughn arrives at spring training] Look at this ******* guy. Memorable Quotes from Major League II (1994) [Rick Vaughn is pitching to Jack Parkman during practice] Jack Parkman: What do you call that garbage? Rick Vaughn: It's my eliminator. I've got another pitch. You get a piece of it, I'll let you name it. [Vaughn pitches and Parman hits the ball out of the park] Jack Parkman: I'd, uh, call it the masturbator. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rube Baker: Women: you can't live with them, and they can't pee standing up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rube Baker: Hey, Cerrano. I'm on the rooster. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake Taylor: Rube, you look at Playboy all the time, don't you? Rube Baker: I don't just look at it. I read the articles. Jake Taylor: Sure you do. Rube Baker: I do. I especially like it when they mention the girls' interests, like Betsy loves surfing. Jake Taylor: You even memorize them? Rube Baker: Yep. I guess I do. Jake Taylor: Bingo. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jack Parkman: I'm the only winner on this team. The rest of 'em, they're losers. Either by choice, or by birth. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rube Baker: Man, Hayes has some power. Lou Brown: Of a guy who'll be bagging groceries in a couple of weeks. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [after Hayes calls a shot to left field and flies out to left for the second time] Harry Doyle: You know, he could be pointing at the left fielder. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Valet: Mr. Vaughn, I thought you were starting tonight. Rick Vaughn: I did. Valet: Oh, sorry. I didn't tune in until the 2nd inning. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roger Dorn: As General Manager of this team, I demand to know when I'm getting a start. Jake Taylor: There's an old timer's game coming soon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lou Brown: Come on, you're not going to let her get you down, are you? You guys won last year just to spite her. Maybe, she's what we need. Jake Taylor: Oh, Skip, they were a different team last year. Lou Brown: Taylor, it's not your job to make excuses. That's all you guys do good. It's either a *leg* thing or a *spiritual* thing, or a *psychological* thing, or a *heart attack*. Jake Taylor: Who used heart attack? Lou Brown: Me. (collapses from a heart attack) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: Aw skip they were a different team last year. Lou: Taylor. Quit making excuses for them. That's all you guys do good. It's either a leg thing, a spiritual thing, a psychological thing, or a heart attack. Jake: Who used heart attack? Lou: Me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: Well he's gonna walk Beck to pitch to Parkman obviously Taylor's thinking... I don't know WHAT the hell he's thinking. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Harry is drunk when he introduces the game] Harry Doyle: Hello Tribe fans, welcome to Major League Baseball... sort of. The attendance today is... I don't know. Monty, take over, 'cause I'm... in the bag. [Head hits desk] Monte: [As the outfielder catches the ball, the crowd is disappointed] Fly ball... Caught! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tanaka: You have no... you have no... marbles. You have no marbles. Cerrano: Marbles? Huevos? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: So a tough loss for the Indians as Pedro Cerrano doubles off a pigeon and is tagged out while administering CPR before the tying run could score. Funny game ain't it Monty? Monte: Well at least the bird survived. Harry Doyle: Who cares? It's a rat with wings. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rube Baker: Mr. Parkman, your a great ballplayer and I just like to say, your standing on the tracks and the train's coming through butthead. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Vaughn is lamenting the long home run he gave up in his first game] Rick Vaughn: Oh, yeah? Name one park in America that ball wouldn't have gone out of. Nikki Reese: Yellowstone. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rick Vaughn: What an asshole... Rick Vaughn: [looks in the mirror] A-MA-zing asshole... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cerrano: [goes up to bat] How are you my friend? Jack Parkman: Just fine, Buddha, look at the scoreboard. Cerrano: [hits home run] Now THAT is MORE better! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rube Baker: My momma always said, "It's better to eat **** than to not eat at all." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Doyle: [after Rube reaches base on a severely sprained ankle] Well, The Indians have a runner. I think I'll wet my pants. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Johnny: Vile thing, you make my butt sting!! I detest you!! You're all garbage, all of ya!! Back up the truck, back it up!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
acpython1 Posted June 25, 2005 Share Posted June 25, 2005 Found this through Google, a discussion about the complete makeup of the team: http://www.gnovies.com/discussion/major+league.html Hope this helps. "Straight ball, I hit it very much" EDIT: a note about the notes the guy points out: #7, about Camps and Crespi. I theorize that they are both SP, and are put in the bullpen late in the game in case they run into trouble. I remember the Mariners putting in Randy Johnson against the Yankees in the 1995 ALDS, so it's not out of the realm of possibility. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dpilarz Posted June 25, 2005 Share Posted June 25, 2005 ..This guy here is DEAD! cross Him off Then Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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