Benny "the Jet" Rodriguez owned Southern California sandlot baseball in the 1950s. I don't know how a little kid could be that fucking dominant. Here's a scenario for you. Smalls didn't know how to catch a baseball because Dennis Leary is a fucking dick of a step dad. Benny and his crew needed another player to have 9, but smalls was just too much of an uncoordinated square to be included in their games. Benny, determined to teach smalls how to catch, decided to showcase his ridiculous talent. Apparently, Benny has Peyton Manning-like accuracy with a bat because he told smalls to just stand there, hold his glove up, and that he'd take care of the rest. You better believe he put that ball right in smalls' glove, and that single event somehow taught him how to catch, throw, and hit like a little league all-star. The jet went on to the majors and pulled of a legit heist of home plate with smalls delivering one of the greatest calls in sports history.
"They say the Jet's lost a step or two, but I wouldn't be surprised to see some fireworks here.
The Jet's got a suicide lead and...AND THERE HE GOES! HE'S STEALING HOME I DON'T BELIEVE IT HE'S STEALING HOME! HE'S STEALING HOME, AND THEY DON'T SE HIM! THE PITCH! HE HITS THE DIRT! HE'S SAFE! SAFE! OH MY GOD SAFE SAFE SAFE! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! THE JET STOLE HOME! THE JET STOLE HOME!
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