Seriously what more needs to be said? This team was so bad they wouldn’t have won a single game if it wasn't for Roger's alpha male Dad deciding to walk out of his life forever.
The only winner on this beta roster was Mel Clark. Another great example of how kids movies were so much different back then, AL the head angel played by Christopher Lloyd, tells Roger that Mel is going to be joining them soon because he has cancer from ripping too many cigarettes. Totally remembered seeing that scene as a kid, and it was then I understood what a real big league player was all about.
You knew damn well after every game Clark, who had to have been divorced at least 4 times, would sit at the end of some dive bar chain smoking and crushing hard liquor waiting to strike on the first mid aged house wife that walked his way. Probably escaped working in the coal mines as a kid because he had a decent arm and he labored his way through the big leagues, slaughtering hitters with pure craftiness and the ladies with his Tony Danza classic charm.
The Garbage Picking Field Goal Kicking Philadelphia Phenomenon, should have got some sort of award for his accurate portrayal of a big leaguer. Anyhow that’s how bad everyone else was in this movie, that the burnt out Clark looked like a super stud among them.
There were three pivotal facts established from this movie, and one was Mel Clark fucking slayed. The second was that Roger's Dad had no time for a beta male son, which transitioned into the third fact, that good things can rise from a foster home.
Bonus Content...this fuckennnnn guy, Miguel was such a hardooo