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] Um, excuse me. I'd like to say something on behalf of George Knox. Hank Murphy
: What's your name? What's your business here? Maggie Nelson
: My name is Maggie Nelson. I take care of foster kids. One of these boys is the child who can see angels. He could stand up right now and tell you what's going on and I'd know you'd just laugh at him. But, when a professional football player drops to one knee to thank God for making a touchdown, nobody laughs at that. Or when a pitcher crosses himself before going to the mound, no one laughs at that either. It's like your saying it's okay to believe in God, but it's not okay to believe in angels. Now, I thought that they were on the same team. Hank Murphy
: Is it your belief, ma'am, that angels play baseball? Maggie Nelson
: Since the all-star break, yes. We all need someone to believe in. Every child I have ever looked after has someone: an angel. You've got to have faith. You've got to believe. You have to look inside yourself. The footprints of an angel are love, and where there is love, miraculous things can happen. I've seen it.
] Mel Clark
] I'd also like to say something. I don't know if there are any angels here other than the twenty-five of us in uniform. But I know there is one thing I won't do: I won't play for anyone but George Knox. I believe in him. Triscuitt Messmer
] That goes for me, too. Rest of Angels baseball team, Roger, & J.P.
: [stands and nods in agreement
] George Knox
: Thank you. All of you.
[the players are touching a post as they walk into the locker room
] Frank Gaits
: Why do you idiots do that after you've lost? Ray Mitchell
: It's for good luck, man. Danny Hemmerling
: After 15 straight losses, I say we find something else to rub. Pablo Garcia
: How about Triscuitt's head? Triscuitt Messmer
: Hey, don't even think about touching me anywhere. Jose Martinez
: [stops reaching for it
] Fatty pants. Whitt Bass
: You know, maybe we should do this *before* we lose.
: [to George
] It musta been those chili dogs I ate before the game. The third one tasted kind of funny.