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You'd probably really like my ex-wife.

I mean, most people do.

Well, most men do.

With hindsight, Lucy and I
probably should have

gotten to know each other better.

You know, the only things we
had in common

were high sex drives
and our firm belief

in the film career of David Caruso.

Both of those caused us just
years of heartbreak.

All of which couldn't have been avoided

with just a couple of
more sober dates like this one.

Yeah.

This is a really sober date.

Just the soberest.

Isn't it?

Two people out enjoying each other

on a bright, sunny afternoon.

So unbelievably sunny.

Are you sweating
from every pore as well?

Yes.

Maybe it's the
aerodynamics of this bike?

I feel like we're
pedaling an IMAX screen.

Well, would you like to, uh,

as the kids say, uh...

pull over and park?

Uh, really? Ooh.

I feel like I'm... every
inch of me is sticky.

But sure, yeah,
let's make out at 11:00 a.m.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- What the heck, right?
- Okay.

Look, I've been dying for you
to make a move for weeks.

But it's way too hot for
any form of physical embrace.

Agreed. So, uh...

Well, just lips and tongue then.

- Sure.
- Okay.

Uh...

- Okay, I'm calling it.
- We really tried!

We did. We tried.

I caught that broadcast
you and Gabby did.

- Yeah?
- That was, uh... unique.

Well,

we got some nice think pieces
out of it.

Also some pretty strong backlash,

but then there was
a pretty big backlash

to the backlash.

- So...
- Hey, listen.

You two broadcast
a spring training game

and made people give a shit.

They should pin a goddamn medal
on both of you.

I told the Oakland brass

my dying wish is that

you and Gabby take over the TV booth.

Well, boy, Matt,
I appreciate that gesture,

but I really wish you
would not talk like that.

What? Dying wish?

That's just something you say
from a hospital bed

to get what you want.

Got me that pallet of Dunkaroos.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

Those things are discontinued.

I mean, it's like I'm eating dodo eggs.

Hey.

- Hey, Jim.
- Hey, Maggie.

Thank you.

I didn't know you'd be here today.

I am.

How... how are you?

- Good.
- Excellent.

- Thank you.
- Oh, well, laters.

Mm-hmm.

Wow.

I was gonna ask how the date went,

but it's pretty clear
you did not dunk your roo.

Did not.

Yeah, I... she's the first person

I've ever tried to be with in sobriety.

You know, I have absolutely no clue

how to convince somebody

to have sex with me
without the aid of alcohol.

You just need practice.

Here, I'll help you.

Come on. Try and fuck me.

No. No, no.

No, I take role play very seriously.

Neither of us are
in the proper wardrobe,

and my wig guy
is still in Baltimore, so...

What... what are you afraid of?

Come on. Don't be a pussy.

I'm already in bed half naked,

Come on, see if you can
get your dick sucked.

- Make a move. Let's go.
- Uh, all right.

Hey, hey.

Jeez, what... get... No!

- Ew! Gross. Pass!
- Come on.

Just grabbing a handful of titty?

I'm not your whore, Brockmire.

Try it again.

Remember I'm a goddamn lady.

Hang on.
You got a little eyelash there.

Hold on.

Oh, I see. You're doing "eyelash"?

- Are you kidding me?
- What?

What are you, the Fonz?

- Oh, all right.
- Do I look like Pinky Tuscadero?

Get out of 1974, you desperate hack.

God, you're terrible at this!

I told you that I was.

Look. All right. Let's just try this.

This'll be another unique
experience for you.

Be honest.

Tell her you want her

to take your sober virginity,

but you're scared.

The vulnerability angle
worked great for me

when I first got diagnosed with cancer.

Got a ton of ass.

Weren't you still married to Meegan

when you were first diagnosed?

Yeah, we had one of those marriages

where we both agreed to be
terrible people.

I had one of those.

Well, she had that agreement.

So you ready to go get dinner?

You know, before we go out,

do you mind if I take a shower?

I came here straight from work.

- Here?
- Mm-hmm.

- Now?
- Yeah.

Yeah, sure. Go right ahead.

There's towels and stuff in there.

Okay.

So I'll just be naked in there

should you need anything.

It'd be weird if you weren't.

I mean, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Okay.

Am I missing something?

- Whoa!
- Oh!

I forgot Clemenza was in there.

So sorry about that.

It's all right.
You can shower with him.

He likes to wet his little toesies.

Just... if he starts nipping at
you, he's not kidding around.

That's his one flaw.
He lacks a sense of humor.

Uh, can you get him out of here?

Oh, of course.

My bad. I am so sorry.

Come on, Clemenza.

Not nice to scare the nice lady.

It's not funny.

You know, I've been
looking for the right moment

to talk to you
about our whole deal here.

The thing is, I've never had
a relationship sober.

Boy, I've never even had sex sober.

Yeah, come to think of it,

I don't think I have ever
seen a naked woman...

Say, how are you?

'Cause that...

I like every bit of that.

Shut up and kiss me, please.

Absolutely.

Mm.

Hey, before we get into this,
I have a confession to make.

I used to listen to
your podcast all the time.

I just... I didn't want you to
see me as some weird groupie.

Oh, no. I love groupies.

No, seriously.

They guarantee that at least one person

in this relationship likes me.

All those stories you used to tell

about your sexual exploits
around the world...

- Yeah.
- Really turned me on.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, then allow me to introduce you

to a veritable buffet
of sexual delights.

A smorgasbord of
orgasm-inducing delicacies

from around the globe.

I'm talking about
the Chi-Town Get-Down.

A Thousand and One A-Labian Nights.

Ooh, the Bangkok Bang Cock.

The Bangkok Tangkok.

Now, that last one, that involves

us going to the store to get Tang.

But, uh, it's worth it.

Hey.

- Nothing's happening down there.
- I know.

Is everything okay?

My penis normally jumps up,

like a rambunctious golden retriever

on his way to the park.

Could I give it a try myself?

- Sure.
- I call this maneuver.

"Billy Joel's the Stranger."

See, 'cause I go in lefty.

Okay.

Um...

- I have an idea.
- Yeah.

I'd like to take my penis
and fold it in half

and just kind of jam it
on in there with my thumb

in hopes that once it gets wet
it will expand

like one of those fun dinosaur sponges.

What do you say?

Give it a try?

- Cool. Yeah.
- It could work.

Okay.

Okay.

Boy, I am so sorry.

So I'ma stop.

And I'm gonna work through my shame

by going down on you.

So, you know,

clear out your next couple hours.

Because my overcompensation

is gonna become your erotic marathon!

Here I go.

All right.

Just getting into position.

Hello, my hooded friend.

Okay.

Okay.

I mean, I don't like to
toot my pussy-eating horn here,

but it was... No,
it was a bravura performance.

She would have given me a standing O,

well, if her legs had still worked.

But... even my enjoyment at her total

and complete satisfaction

could not rouse my hibernating hog.

It was just...
it was devastating, people.

You know.

I mean, I'm sure I'm not
the only man in here

to have dealt with impotence.

I mean, am I right, guys?

Hmm? Really, guys?

I mean, there's more handicap
placards out there than cars.

But in this room
full of medical maladies,

I'm the only human being
to have dealt with this issue.

Is that what you're telling me?

Larry?

Look at me, Larry.

I'm looking at you, Larry.

Because you're an elderly gentleman

with circulatory problems

who's battling prostate cancer,

yet somehow, some way,

you're just hard as a rock
down there on demand?

Is that it?

Jim.

They had to amputate your foot, Larry.

'Cause not enough blood
was flowing to it.

Probably all just pooling there

in your rock-hard Johnson, huh?

Come on, Jim.

Are you hard right now, Larry?

Jim, knock it off.

If we wheeled you
into the center of the room,

could we play ring-toss with it?

- Jim!
- Larry!

Jim!

Larry!

Have some regrets about the way
I handled things with Larry.

I do think that most of his tears

were due to his time in Nam, though.

Well, you know, you have only
yourself to blame.

A man with anxiety so bad
he can't count out loud

should not be trying to get
a boner in front of a stranger.

Well, I've never had
the dick yips, Shirley.

Mm-hmm. Sure.

- I haven't.
- Okay.

A woman once chipped
her tooth on my whiskey dick

during a particularly sloppy blowjob.

Well, maybe your penis
is trying to tell you

that it's too soon to date.

You're still working the steps.

So what, my dick
has a moral compass now?

After all the appalling things
it's had me do?

A month ago,
it made me fuck a croissant.

I'm so in my head with this thing,

I can't even get it up
to masturbate anymore.

Can you believe that?

My dong is like some kind of

sad little one-eyed Charlie Brown

that's too depressed
to even lift his head up.

God, I wish the program
allowed me to take Viagra.

Well, it does,

as long as it's not a trigger for you.

Me, I never have abused it.

I mean, every time I took it,

I went on a crystal meth bender.

But that was only, like,
eight or ten times a year.

So no Viagra.

Jim, I'm thinking that we've reached

the point in your recovery
where it's time for you

to take some responsibility
for your own solutions.

Yeah? So what do you think

would make a good fix?

Well, I still haven't found
a higher power

that I can believe in, I mean,

without rolling my eyes anyway.

But I'm just gonna have to
let go of the wheel

and let something else take control

or I'm never gonna quiet my mind

and be free of this anxiety, am I?

That was right.
I just got that right, didn't I?

Holy shit! I'm starting to get it.

That is great.

You are now emotionally 18.

But do you mind if I skip the part

where I bang the
alcoholic epiphany gong?

'Cause I really gotta pick up my kid.

I'm guessing you, uh,

you weren't a cheerleader
in high school,

- Am I right, Shirley?
- No.

I did once stab a cheerleader

with a pencil once in eighth grade.

'Cause the bitch stole my lighter.

I gotta go.

My sponsor, ladies and gentlemen.

So long.

I know it's been a drought,
but don't worry.

A storm is coming to drop 6 3/4 inches

right on your head.

Come on, Jim.

Cum all over these people's faces.

They want you to!

God dammit, Brockmire.

The town is counting on you.

If there's no snow,
the whole economy is ruined.

The winter season
keeps these people afloat, Jim.

Come on. Come on!

All right, I'm definitely putting

too much pressure on myself now.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm off work in an hour.

Oh, Maggie.

At this point, I'm like Wile E. Coyote

and your vagina is a tunnel
painted on a mountain.

I want very much to be inside,

but physics is against me.

Well, I still want to see you tonight.

I just enjoy spending time with you.

It's comfortable, like

dating an old leather chair.

Well,

you do always have a standing offer

to sit right there on my face.

You don't have to constantly offer

to go down on me.

We can just talk.

Or, more realistically,
you can talk and I can listen.

And if you feel like trying again,

we can.

That's very sweet.

And of course I would love
to see you tonight.

And I appreciate your patience with me.

You know, it's been a long time
since I liked anyone.

And, uh, well,

I want you to be in my life,

even after Matt goes home.

What?

Well, Matt's not going home.

What do you mean?

The cancer, it spread to his organs.

It has?

- Since when?
- About two weeks.

He never said anything.

How long does he have?

Not very long.

I'm only telling you now

because you're the only person
he talks to.

I think it's just gonna be
you there at the end.

Okay, god.

You know, I think this is
the first time

in my life I've ever been asked

to give somebody comfort.

I'm curious to finally hear
what gets said after.

"Jim, that's enough.
You need to leave."

So right there on the...
on the Christmas Village?

- Right there.
- Do you aim?

No, I don't aim.

Where it lands is just an act of God.

Or, well, it was,

until my dick died.

Yeah.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

I haven't been able to get it up for

a couple of months.

That actually does.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

The damn thing just lies there.

Hold me... Holy cats and jammers.

My g... I...

Wow. I feel like I should salute it.

Because it's a flag pole, sir.

Please tell me
it doesn't get any longer;

it just plumps up
like a Ballpark Frank.

I get another couple inches.

What?

I mean, come on.

How does that even work?

Well, it doesn't, really.

That's the cosmic joke of it all.

It is a terribly designed tool
for the job.

It's like using a hammer to knit.

I mean, women like to
experience it once.

You know, as a fun story
to tell their friends,

but they don't generally
come back for seconds.

You know...

I've never told anybody this.

I have never,

not once in my entire life,

been fully inside a woman.

Boy, that's heartbreaking.

No, 'cause I'm picturing it now.

I mean, your balls just going

back and forth
in the air like that alone,

like abandoned twins on a swing set.

Basically every time I've had sex,

neither one of us
has really enjoyed it.

God damn, no wonder
I have intimacy issues.

Okay, enough about
my pathetic love life.

How about your pathetic love life?

You got a...

plan of attack there?

How are you gonna
fix your little limp friend?

Oh, I don't know.

Uh, you know, I'm in
uncharted territory here.

I mean, I can't seem to be able to

do anything about it myself,

so I guess I just have to let go

and see what the universe can do?
I don't know.

The program wants me to believe

in something bigger than myself.

You don't believe in God?

Oh, sure I do.

No, I don't believe in God.

Come on. God.

God is just a security blanket

for people who are still
afraid of the dark.

It's an existential night light

that helps them sleep at night.

The good news is, there's
no monster under the bed.

Bad news is: no God either.

But, you know, look. What do I know?

I just tried and failed to
jerk off on an Alpine village.

Don't put too much stock
in anything I say.

What do you think happens when you die?

I don't know.

Come... I mean, you know,
some things are beyond words.

Come on, man. Don't...

Don't do that. Don't...

Don't start lying to me.

Not at the end.

Okay.

I think you decompose.

I think that the energy in our body

is gonna get redistributed
back out into nature.

Atoms that were a million
different things before

are all gonna become a million
different other things again.

I think that a soul
is just consciousness.

And what's consciousness?

It's just a shared delusion
created by matter.

That's what I think.

Yeah. Shit.

Me too.

You know,

the worst part, to me,

is the...

just the rotting.

I mean,

everything that I am...

just becoming a big

putrefying puddle.

Hey, man.

You always gotta remember
how lucky you are.

Right?

'Cause, of all the possible lives,

you got to be a baseball man.

That's gotta be in the top

.00001% of things
that anybody gets to do.

You were paid
to travel around the world,

you showed up only
when the weather was nice,

you got three months off a year,

and most of all...

you got to play this
beautiful children's game

your whole entire life.

Man, I'd have rather had your life

than the goddamn Queen of England's.

I was always at my best

on a baseball field.

Oh, man.

They're like sacred places.

Lit up, they're just like temples, and

in darkness, they're like cemeteries.

Ah, look at that.

I guess I do believe in something

bigger than myself:

baseball.

Yeah.

That's a god I could believe in.

A Baseball God.

Yes.

Yeah, a kind of God

that demands that
all his churches be parks.

God that forces you to play outside

on a nice day.

Yeah. Who doesn't keep time,

because our actions
should determine our fate,

not some stupid clock.

Yeah. A god who keeps us humble

by making us play a game

- that's steeped in failure.
- Mm.

That's the kind of God
that I'd worship.

Well, we did.

We do.

We did, didn't we?

Huh.

When my mind was racing

and the yips were just
gripping me tight,

I remember how you said
that the Baseball God

teaches humility through failure.

Now, that's true.

But he's also a God who gives gifts.

A struggling hitter is granted
a swing and bunt single.

A dead-arm pitcher is blessed
by a line drive double play.

Sometimes the Baseball God
deems you worthy of a reprieve.

And I got one.

Well, what I got was a...
it was a hand job.

I just kept whispering to myself
over and over again,

"I'm due. I'm due."

It almost became like a prayer.

And my prayer was answered.

A little bit too well.

Wow.

That is all over my car.

Oh, when the levee breaks,
Mama, you got to move.

And you're still coming.

Yeah, I'm pretty pent up.

Oh, Maggie,

thank you so much.

I found my higher power in a hand job.

It was just so stupid

and amazing and, well,

I never got to tell you that
while you were alive, Bat.

Not because we didn't
have that kind of a friendship.

I was more intimate and open with you

than any other man I've ever known.

We just...

We ran out of time, didn't we?

We knew each other for 30 years,

but we only enjoyed
each other's company

the last five weeks.

Most of our friendship
was a complete failure.

But in the end, we were given
a gift from the Baseball God.

One that I will always be grateful for.

I'm gonna miss you, Matt Hardesty.

And don't you worry.

I made sure you wouldn't rot.

Ah, shit.

A little of you
just went inside my mouth.

Probably your dick.

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