Rachel Phelps, the new owner of the Cleveland Indians baseball team, has decided to move the team to Miami because of the warmer climate and the new stadium. But how can this be done? After planning, he decided that the team should lose badly until it was transferred. Phelps started to collect the worst team in that game and they are the most people who know nothing about that game. However, the team began to challenge all odds. They may have failed in the first stage, but they managed to avoid some of their mistakes and start to win afterwards, which caused Phelps to panic and make him look depressed.
It has its moments, but it also has long, slow stretches where you feel like standing up and wandering around and maybe going out to hunt up a beer. That's fine for baseball, but it's not the way movies are supposed to work.
The absurdity of the Indians winning the pennant in 1989 helped make the film a lot of fun, and it was a great little fantasy for Tribe fans back in the day.
Sheen, as an ace fireball pitcher called Wild Thing by the adoring fans, is excellent; so is Bernsen as a star-struck third baseman, whose portfolio is more important that a hard grounder in the hole.
Ward directs his actors as adroitly as he has written for them, and the vulnerability that he allows his three stars to reveal is really what makes the movie work.
