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You're Killing Me, Smalls!

You could've been Benny, but more likely you were one of the other eight. Hold on, ladies, I'm not talking to you. The Sandlot is a man's movie or, more appropriately, a story about those crazy years before you started growing hair in unessential places. Yes, I know the yarn...
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You could've been Benny, but more likely you were one of the other eight. Hold on, ladies, I'm not talking to you. The Sandlot is a man's movie or, more appropriately, a story about those crazy years before you started growing hair in unessential places. Yes, I know the yarn takes place in the 1950s, but the story holds true for whichever decade you grew up in. And there's a character in The Sandlot for each of us. "Ham" was the funny fat kid; "Yeah-Yeah" the follower. "Smalls" was the nerd; DeNunez the token black friend. I'd like to think that I was Benny, the athletic alpha male. Really, though, I was "Squints." For a refresher, Squints was the pervy kid who faked drowning in order to stick his tongue in lifeguard Wendy's mouth. To relive the days that revolved solely around whether you were going to play baseball or go to the pool, head over to Addison Circle Park, 4970 Addison Circle Drive, this Saturday for a 9 p.m. outdoor showing of The Sandlot. Admission is free, so the only cost for this stroll down memory lane will be the contempt you feel every time you look at your kids and wife, their smiling faces a stark reminder of the responsibilities that now run your meaningless life. Have fun.
Sat., June 14, 9 p.m., 2008