re: Over analyzing "The Sandlot"

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Smalls is a full blown nerd. And a nerd with no common sense

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Touche. The bill of his fish cap may be the largest in history. He clearly lacked common sense when he tried to substitute "Great Bambino" for the "Great Bambi."

THAT WIMPY DEER?!?

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friggin dude walks in to the tree house screamin when he needs to keep his yapper shut.

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I think a lot of has to do with his lack of social development more than just being a goob. regardless of a lack of common sense, smalls lacked basic social skills necessary for human interaction. Even after he was "in" with the guys he was still awkward 90% of the time.

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They were only there for maybe 3-4 hours a day maybe 4-6 days a week. I figure its shortly after school until dark. I figure James Earl Jones is probably taking a nap most of that time. And again, he's blind. Hercules wasnt exactly a seeing eye dog. You dont go strolling out in the streets with Hercules taking the lead, that's hoy you get your arse drug around town in chase of a hoodlum kid

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I think those are reasonable points, but it sounds like you're saying Mr. Myrtle had zero contact with the outside world. Didn't family ever come visit him? Maybe some old buds from the Yankees? No one ever took him anywhere? The Beast had to go to the vet at least once in its lifespan. All they would of needed was a 5 minute window without Beast security to hop Mr. Myrtle's fence and throw all the balls back over to the sandlot.

Furthermore, why was their tree house right over Mr. Myrtle/The Sandlot property? The Sandlot was public city domain which could have meant free reign for any kids to just post up in that treehouse and call it their own.

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Being a kid that played sandlot baseball weekly (still do for that matter), its not hard to do. Plus, they beat em, and they beat em good. No ump gonna change that.

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I grew up in a similar childhood playing unsupervised sports in the neighborhood, and it makes sense that Ham would call the strikes at the sandlot. But don't you think those uppity aholes from the Little League would have demanded an umpire?

PS- you bob your apples in the toilet, and you like it.