Rookie of the Year

This movie gets lost in the little kid as manager, little kid as legend (turned pinch runner??), and little kid as religious baseball movie shuffle. We remember Rookie of the Year every time that plain guy gets high school dome from Tara Reid in that Pie Movie. Or every time we're trying to figure out which kid baseball movie is which between the plethora of '93-'94 sub genre movies.


And by and large, it should be forgotten. But there's one scene that is easy to remember and hard to misquote: FUNKY BUTTLOVIN! I'll let the boys from Workoholics demonstrate the reference.

If you have the presence of mind to speak with any coherence after a haymaker to the face, throw out Funky Buttlovin to ease the pain and enhance the surrounding laughter.

There is, of course, another way to recall this movie. And it's not for the faint of arm strength. Do yourself and Rosinbagger/Gardenhoser/Rowengartner a favor and remember this movie accurately if you ever decide to muster the courage to crow hop a ball home from left field like this. Rub it in, kids - you're made of rubber and never feel pain. Someday sooner than you think, you'll all end up like Gary Busey.