The Sandlot

“You’re killin’ me, Smalls!”

Is there a person alive who doesn’t enjoy this light-hearted romp?

How can you vote against a scrappy band of preteens filling their days with baseball, macking on Wendy Peffercorn, and discovering the horrors of mixing chewing tobacco with madly-spinning carnival rides?

If you do, you’re probably a crusty ol’ jerk who mixes their Wheaties with their momma’s toe jam, and should be avoided at all costs.

For the rest of us, we’ll be content to relive the summer of ’62, when Hamilton “Ham” Porter, Michael “Squints” Palledorous, and Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez ruled supreme.


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