The film is as predictable as the outcome of a New York Yankees-Tampa Bay Devil Rays game, but you can bet nobody will be standing up to do the wave.
Hence we embark on the summer of love and baseball, with Ryan chasing both skirt and game with an equal degree of vacuous indifference.
I definitely chuckled a few times and it's occasionally sweet, but it's pretty unfunny and really dull overall.
The game goes well for the A's until the last inning when Ryan gives up a grand slam, allowing the other team to win the game.