I thought the Bartman doc was going to be part of 30 for 30

No, it's lame and nerdy. The majority are what we call "normal people."

But it's still true that some people would not have gone for it.

 

Agree with that.

 

That's great, but what's the point in boasting that you wouldn't have? Much less telling someone to "shove it up your ass".

You wouldn't have gone for the ball, you would've had a plan ... good for fucking you.

 

I think admitting to attending Cubs games on purpose removes any air of superiority.

 

He said that people who say they wouldn't have gone for it are fucking liars. I don't know about you, but if I get called a fucking liar, then I'm going to respond in a similar fashion.

 

RickStain is really Jim Cuthbert.

What I kept thinking about last night was this: With the exception of a few, nobody really knows what kind of a life Steve Bartman is living. He has this 'mystique' to all of us, but maybe he's just living his life. Just because he hasn't done any interviews doesn't mean he's a recluse. As mentioned in the doc, I doubt he's living in a 10x10 apartment. He's still in Chicago and I'm sure it's quite easy to blend in there.

Here's the other thought I had: What if, instead of a scrawny, dorky white guy, it was a jacked, 6-foot-5, 240-pound beast of a person? I'm sure Alou would have given the same reaction, because that was his instinct, but I don't think fans would have been tossing beers his way. I think Bartman's overall appearance lended itself to the ridicule.

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa... it's Gibney's job to document what happened, right? Not leave stuff on the cutting room floor because it doesn't fit a script. Or our script of who we think Steve Bartman is. I do think Gibney half-assed that find because he wanted his film to be sympathetic toward Bartman.

But how is showing that video "taking a shot" at him? Yes, he wanted to be on TV. What's wrong with that?! (Said the girl who wanted to be on TV for a living.) Seriously... I thought it was a little nugget... a little character reveal about a mysterious person. To me it said: Don't think you know what kind of a guy Bartman is. You don't really know him.

 

One of my all-time favorite movies is The Fugitive, and when I think of Bartman, I always think of Harrison Ford marching in the St. Paddy's Day Parade in the middle of downtown Chicago.

 

Because there is something in the Lowest Common Denominator that won't let it acknowledge more than one scapegoat (or boogeyman) at a time.

 

How do you make a plan to avoid catching a fly ball? Do you draw a blueprint or put it up on a chalkboard with you as the X and the ball as the O?

 

I don't think a guy could have been more badly dressed for his moment in the limelight than Bartman was.