Sam: That's great. So you come back to the bar and you lie and you stir up everybody's imagination to the point where you get me up here. I mean, that's low. You know something? I'm gonna do it anyway. It's not often you get a second chance at life.
Cliff: What? What are you talking about?
Sam: There was this night when I was playing in Tiger Stadium towards the end of my career. I'd been on the bottle for a while and the coach hadn't been using me. But this was gonna be a big game, so I decided I wouldn't have a drink all day long. I was dying, but I knew this would be my last chance to prove myself as a major league pitcher. Sure enough, late innings, the call comes down, send Malone in. I told them that I couldn't play. My arm hurt. I chickened out. I was afraid to go out there. I turned tail and I slunk back to the locker room. And I've regretted it every day of my life. And I'll tell you something, damn it. I'm not going to let that happen this time. I'm going out there. Okay, Bob, what do I do here?
Bob: Remember what I told you. Get down on the door, count to three, go.
Sam: One, two... Okay, here's our story.