I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

Last night, Will and I had a lovely dinner with the current members of Death by Roo Roo /former members of Monkeydick (and Jon Daly). Then we wanted to watch a shitty movie. I had left Dreamscape at home, unfortunately so we went to his apartment where we watched what he got from Netflix—Little Big League. In this 1994 family film, a 10 year old boy inherits and runs the Minnesota Twins. Will liked the premise but did not like the movie and said he wanted to remake it from the perspective of the players. I suggested a version where instead of a kid, it’s Dennis Hopper’s character, “Shooter,” from Hoosiers, who is the unlikely mastermind of good calls who has to win over the establishment because of his non-traditional—in this case, pathetic simpering dirtbag—appearance. That’s a family film people can get behind.

Also, Little Big League was approximately 10,000 hours long.

I’m going to DC with Mitch for the next couple days to do exciting things! Have a great weekend, internet!

This entry was posted on Friday, July 27th, 2007 at 1:07 pm and is filed under I Watch Movies.