An intermittently comic baseball movie that has little to do with baseball and a lot to do with the wonders of psychotherapy as fantasized by Hollywood. Albert Brooks plays a middle-aged loner on the Yankees payroll. Brendan Fraser is the kid he discovers, a genius on the playing field who's a mess off the mound. The performances are good, but once the story dives into the weedy outfields of Freudian transference, the movie goes wobbly like a pitcher with a tired arm. B-


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