Who knew, The Bad News Bears was a little prophetic.
Cleveland: I just get an eight count here.
White Sox Manager: I know. I know. But, it's okay. I've got the whole thing figured out. Now, this is what I do. I take my two outfielders, Henry and Thor, I play them in right and left center.
Cleveland: Oh, you stop it! You're embarrassing yourself!
White Sox Manager: Look, three of my White Sox have got the flu. I've got a god damn little Jesus freak in Bakersfield at a revival meeting!
Cleveland: I am sorry. I am sorry.
White Sox Manager: I've only got eight players!
Cleveland: I am sorry! The White Sox are gonna have for forfeit the game. It's a forfeit! It's a forfeit. The White Sox are forfeiting.