baseball movie 8 Kid’s Dad

baseball movie 7

We meet him after we meet his bat, doing time in a midwestern prison, for manslaughter, nearing a parole hearing that might get him out. He comes out of a dugout to an on-deck area to wait for his at-bat in a prison league softball game. He’s mid-40s, fit, a regular with the weights in The Yard. His thick and taut arms are almost entirely covered in tattoos. 

We probably learn more about him via conversation in the opposing dugout before he comes to the plate and drives ball a jaw-dropping distance over a guard tower. Dugout conversation probably includes a cigarette wager that is decided by the home run. 

As did the softball leave the prison so does Kid’s Dad, having won parole. Though we don’t know it right away, he is a mostly reformed man who has maintained contact with Kid, and is aware Karen wants nothing to do with him other than is absolutely necessary. 

Kid’s Dad has a problem in a debt owed that he does not have the funds to pay, pressuring him toward activity that might make the money and might put him back n prison for good, and possibly killed. 

The bat is NOT one he used in the minors, it is a game used and autographed Dick Allen Louisville Slugger.

Yi 114: what Writerly Trait pushed through Resistance this morning

 

Oracle

'Creative Force.

From the source, creating success.

Constancy bears fruit.'

Hilary Barrett:

"This is the pure creative spirit that flows through people and events: it drives towards manifestation, an inspiration that wants to be realized.

It begins with an opening to the source of the creative impulse – not plans or intentions, but the vital energy that powers them. Then you create success by sustaining a continuous, two-way flow between source and action. You step into the heart of a process of creation, welcome its momentum and find ways to join and work with it.

Through constancy, this brings out intrinsic potential and yields a harvest of positive results. To be constant is to be true to your intent, faithfully aligning all your choices with your original vision, and carrying your understanding through in practice and over time."

Hunter's dream, in progress

EXT. MODEST CAMPFIRE - NIGHT

POV CAMERA aimed at small fire encircled by stones. OCCASIONAL CRACK AND POP OF FLAMES CONSUMING TWIGS, WHISPER OF STREAM THROJUGH GRAVEL BAR, FAINT LOWING OF CATTLE. 

TOM (0.S.) Do you remember the way back.

CAMERA TILTS UP to Tom's bearded face, eyes concealed by the brim of his worn felt cowboy hat, red bandana around the collar of his trail-worn shirt, his hands open to the fire for warmth. He's sitting on a log, legs crossed at ankles, gloves on a rock near the fire. 

CAMERA TILTS UP AND DOWN TWICE.  

TOM: Regrets?

CAMERA PANS SIDE TO SIDE TWICE. 

to be continued.

rltnshp dream: white girl, brown nhair

She's considerably younger, white with brown hair and green or blue eyes, as best i recall. Shorter than tall. She's leaving, there's a rift, I confess my love, she reciprocates. BUT there's a problem. Probably problems. For one, I'm "grumpy," per her, and I know not to argue 'cause she's got some right on her side. Dreams ends at goodbyes, after "give it time, we'll check in later." She's going to Texas. My sense of need to get my shit together if I want to be with her.

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