Simon "Little Bitch" Birch, or as his former best friend probably thought of him, Simon" The Butcher" Birch, you had one job to do in the batter’s box. ONE JOB, and you couldn’t even execute. Every wimp who was 4 ft or under in little league understood what their role was, to never take the bat off their shoulder. I used to despise these kids, but it worked and they knew it worked. They just took shoulder high gas all day for balls, taking absolute beta advice from their beta fathers who were coaching through the chain link fence.
Once in a blue moon you would pipe three heaters passed these wimps, but 9/10 times they dominated you and got in your head.
Anyhow Birch tried to be a rebel and the baseball Gods punished him severely. Already getting booed basically as he walked up to the batter’s box by the parents in the stands because of his apparent lack of swag, he decides to hack at a fastball. In violation of a direct order by his alpha coach and defying the baseball Gods, he launches a long foul ball, that surprise, kills his best friend’s Mom and the only parent figure he had in his life, because his own parents had already disowned him, once again because of his lack of swagger.
The only way he could get back in the good graces of the baseball Gods was to literally give his own life back, when he dove into the water and saved that bus load of kids. One at bat, one act of defiance and there you have it, the single worst baseball character of all time in a movie.
Bonus Content...youtube should ban this heartless execution