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# Every day you walk down the street Everybody that you meet
# Has an original point of view
-# And I say, hey!
# What a wonderful kind of day We can learn to work and play
# And get along with each other
# You gotta listen to your heart Listen to the beat
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# Believe in yourself For that's the place to start
-# And I say, hey!
-What a wonderful kind of day
# We can learn to work and play And get along with each other
# What a wonderful kind of day, hey! What a wonderful kind of day, HEY! #
GRUNTING AND GROANING
This is Sisyphus, a character from Greek mythology.
The Greek gods must not have liked him very much...
GROANS WITH THE EFFORT
Made it. Phew!
Oh, no! Not again!
He had to spend eternity pushing that boulder up a hill,
only to have it roll back down over and over again!
If Sisyphus had liked baseball,
he would have been an Elwood City Grebe fan,
getting your hopes up year after year...
This time, we're gonna win. This time, it's gonna be different.
..only to have those hopes crushed at the end of every season.
You're acting like it's no big deal
that the Grebes are in the world championship.
I just don't want to jinx it by getting my hopes up.
We already won the first game. We just need to win three more.
But we're up against the Crown City Kings.
-They've won the world championship 25 times.
So the Grebes haven't won a world championship since 1918.
But don't you see? Our time has come.
How can you be so sure?
Baseball is a science, a game of numbers.
This year, we've got three factors that have changed the equation.
The new players.
Winlin, Playmon and Bateria.
Last year, Playmon hit 375
with a 465 on-base percentage.
The Kings don't have a hitter like that.
Yeah, and Bateria is the best short stop in the league.
Not to mention Winlin, the best pitcher with 27 saves
and a 2.1 E.R.A.
Nobody can outpitch him.
I've done a data comparison of the Kings and the Grebes
and mapped it onto a grid.
The outcome is clear.
Our team simply can't be beat.
I've figured out that this hat wards off the curse.
When I wear it, the Grebes win!
-There's no such thing as "the curse".
-How can you say that?
Things haven't been the same for the Grebes
since that one game in 1918...
It was the Grebes versus Kings.
It's two on and two out for the Grebes
with Ray Woodpecker Vance stepping up to the plate.
Elwood City has their hopes riding high on Vance.
And he connects...
This could be it. This ball is going! Going...!
The Grebes win ten to nine!
They are the new world champions!
I bet you're one of those urchins
who sneaks into the park without paying!
Give me that ball, you little thief!
But, Mister, I chased it down fair and square.
My name is Horace P Crane.
I own the Grebes.
I own the land you're standing on and I own that ball.
Then with this ball, I put a curse on your crummy team.
You'll never win another championship.
'And that started the longest championship-losing streak'
of any team in the history of the league.
-Harry said the curse of the kid was lifted this year.
A descendant of Horace P Crane, his second cousin's nephew's niece,
found the ball in her attic
and finally laid it at the kid's tombstone.
Why do people believe these things?
Well, so far so good.
But I'm not taking off this hat until the series is over.
'The Kings are hoping to break the 3-3 deadlock
'but it doesn't look very likely
'as their number nine hitter steps up to the plate.'
Don't worry, Buster. Look who's up at bat.
Mucky Flint has the lowest batting average of anybody in the league!
He's no match for Winlin's cutter, that's for sure.
'He connects! This ball is...
Who knew Mucky Flint could hit like that?
I'm not surprised. We Kings always win.
Just got lucky, I guess.
We didn't come this far to give up now.
I was worried when the Grebes lost the second game,
but after we won games three and four, I knew the hat still worked.
Look! It's Daddy's new commercial and I'm in it!
Come on down to Crosswire Motors...
Is your dad wearing a Grebes hat?!
Remember, at Crosswire Motors, you'll always drive away a winner!
BOTH: Go Grebes!
That is hypocritical. You and your dad have always been Kings fans.
Yeah, but now the Grebes have three wins,
it's much more fun to be on the winning side.
Anybody can root for a winning team.
It takes character to stick with the underdogs.
Well, Buster, tonight's the night.
Yeah, tomorrow the Grebes could be the world champions.
'And the Kings have taken game five, forcing a sixth game.'
Don't worry. We're still up three games to two.
Oh, Daddy, this is terrible! What'll we do if they don't win the next one.
Don't worry, Muffin.
We can always pull the new Grebes commercial off the air
and replace it with the Kings one.
I just hope the curse hasn't kicked in.
-Are you going to the game with Harry tonight?
I hope we win. I've only been there when we lose.
Oh, really? How interesting.
It's just... You know...now that I think about it...
A strange coincidence?
OK, well, um, gotta go!
'This could be it. The Grebes can finally win it all!
'Just one hour away from the world championship!
'Here's the pitch.
'It's an easy grounder...
'It went right through his legs! The Grebes just lost their best chance
' to win it all again!'
When I show up, they lose.
When I'm not there, they win.
Oh, I'm their biggest fan, but what if...?
There he is! Get him!
-Hey, hold it right there.
-Is this that kid with the curse?
-Si, eso es.
You're the reason the Grebes are losing.
You don't think I'd curse the team I love, do you?
-You're bad luck.
-Get out of town, Baxter.
You've done enough damage!
Why are you here? You don't believe in the curse.
Of course not, but according to the Quantum Theory,
the outcome of any experiment is partly determined
by the presence of a particular observer.
What does that have to do with baseball?
Your presence in the stands has a negative impact
on the physics of baseball for the Grebes.
In other words, you're the curse.
I can't go to the last game.
I just can't.
-Do you want one of those to wear to the game?
Mom, take my ticket. I can watch the game on TV.
Oh, that is so sweet of you, but you and Harry are diehard fans.
You've got to be there for the final game of the world championship.
-We forgot the milk. Will you run and get it?
-Wow! This is...! I'm a big fan.
-Nice to meet you.
-Would you sign my milk carton?
-Sure. What's your name?
-Hey, Playmon, there's a special on apples.
Winlin?! Bateria! You guys buy groceries too?
-How about signing this for Buster?
-We appreciate your support.
We couldn't do it without fans like you.
You going to the big game?
< Yes. I mean no.
Trust me, you don't want me there.
You know how you lost games two, five and six?
It was my fault.
-Guess we're off the hook.
-No, it's true.
When I'm in the stands, you lose.
When I'm not, you win.
It's the curse. I bring the curse.
No es verdad. It's not true.
The curse is you not showing up for the game in case we lose.
The curse is you thinking
that we don't need you in the stands tomorrow because we do.
-Ever hear of Dickinson?
Poet. Lived in New England. Wrote a poem that goes like this.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
"And sings the tune without the words
"and never stops at all."
-Do you see what we're trying to say?
Tomorrow at the big game, hope is a green-tailed grebe.
If we're gonna win, then we need all the fan support we can get.
We need you, Buster, curse or no curse.
Yeah, Buster, we need you.
'It's the bottom of the nine, the bases are loaded for the Grebes,
-'but they're down ten to seven with two outs against them.'
Playmon is up.
Come on, Playmon!
"Hope is the thing with feathers!"
Oh, no! Buster's cracking.
No, I can't watch.
'Playmon connects. This ball is hit hard. It could be an out.
'It's there. Grebes have won!'
-Playmon's the best!
-The numbers were right!
Ho-ho-ho! We're the world champions!
And it only took 87 years!
And you can tell your grandchildren you were there!
The most amazing part was
what happened to the ball after Playmon hit it.
It went up and up and then it sprouted feathers.
Wings! Did anyone ever find that ball?
Oh, no. It flapped right out of the ball park,
past the moon and right to the stars.
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd 2006
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