Let’s all imagine Roy Hobbs smashing that home run and cry together.
Come on, you pansies, let’s ball our eyes out.
It’s on AMC right now, btw. Roy just got shot.
“Roy”…I’ve never met a person in my life named Roy, have you?
Yes, I have. He didn’t play baseball, though.
On the other hand, I’ve never met anyone named Hobbs.
A few, but everybody I’ve ever met has met a Roy.
Never met a Hobbs, though. Read Thomas Hobbes but never met a Hobbs.
My father-in-law’s name was Roy. I never met him, so I guess he doesn’t count. My MIL hobbles, though.
Several.
My grandfather was named Ray, and his twin brother was Roy. I never met my great grandparents, but they must have been a couple of characters.
That’s why they call it basebawl!
I know several Roys. Never have robbed them though, so there’s that.
I like the look of the bits of burning filaments falling as he runs, until all the lights are out and the field is lit solely by the moon. Beautifully shot. (heh)
Nitpick: It’s “bawl.” Unless you have something really awful in mind.
I’ve know a Roy, and I’ve known a Hobbs. They weren’t the same person, though. And neither of them played baseball.