The Driver is seated in front, wearing a Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cap. He has a pot belly, bad teeth, and needs a shave.

A Passenger enters the backseat of the car, wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap and jacket. He is a teenaged boy, a student at an exclusive private school in the Riverdale section of the Bronx.

Driver: Where ya goin'?

Passenger: Yankee Stadium, please.

Driver: Ya got tickets to the game?

Passenger: Sure did.

Driver: How'd ya manage that?

Passenger: My dad's friend has season tickets, but he's in Bermuda.

Driver: Nice. (Pause) So you a Yankee fan?

Passenger: Yep. You're a Dodgers fan, I see.

Driver: Ya know it.

Passenger: I'm sorry.

Driver: Yea? Well jus' see how sorry y'are after t'night. Dem Bums are gonna be takin' a three two lead back to Brooklyn wit 'em!

Passenger: You wish. It'll be hard for your boys to bounce back from those beatings we gave them the last two games.

Driver: Beatin's? You call 'em beatin's? Ha bout game two, wasn't 'at some beatin' at we gave youse guys?

Passenger: That was three games ago.

Driver: Sorry, what was the score? Thi'teen to eight? An' which team came back from six runs down?

Passenger: Stop gloating and watch where you're driving!

Driver: I know how ta drive, kid. Besides, even if the Yanks were to win today, it ain't like they can win any games in Brooklyn…

Passenger: Two lost games is not proof of anything.

Driver: Oh, we talkin' about the two games the Yanks lost 'ere this yea'? O' the three games 'ey lost 'ere last yea'?

Passenger: Last year was last year.

Driver: Last yea' was the yea', man. Firs' championship eve' for the Dodge's. Firs' team evah ta win a seven game series aftah losing the firs' two games.

Passenger: Don't take the Willis Avenue Bridge, too much traffic.

Driver: Don't matter, the game dun't start for anuder hour…anyhows, 'ere's gonna be traffic howeve' we go. E'ryones goin' to the game.

Passenger: Why don't you go up to the McCombs Dam Bridge…

Driver: I ain't drivin' past the Polo Grounds.

Passenger: Oh, come on. The Giants aren't playing, they finished in sixth.

Driver: Hehe, yea, I know, they stunk as usual.

Passenger: So, let's go, it'll cut the time in half.

Driver: And my fare in half. No. I ain't drivin' anywhere near dat place.

Passenger: My god…

Driver: Would you drive past dat Boston place?

Passenger: Fenway Park?

Driver: Yea, dat one.

Passenger: If I had too…

Driver: See? As I said.

Passenger: What?

Silence

Driver: Who we got pitchin' for us today?

Passenger: I think Maglie is pitching for the Dodgers.

Driver: Oh good, he won game one for us.

Passenger: He'll lose game five for you.

Driver: Well, den les see, even if he does, we go back to Brooklyn, and we got Newcombe, Craig, or Labine ready to pitch the next two games. The Yanks don't got no prayer.

Passenger: The Dodgers never have a prayer.

Driver: At's funny, who won the Series last yea'?

Passenger: Yeah, and maybe you'll win again by 2055.

Driver: Yer right, we will. Tomorrow. (Pause) See, we already got across the river. At didn't take too long.

Passenger: We'd be there already if you had listened to me.

Driver: Big deal. So you maybe miss the first pitch. All ya miss is Gilliam and Pee Wee Reese givin' the Dodgers a lead.

Passenger: You wish.

Driver: Who dey got pitchin' today anyways?

Passenger: Who?

Driver: The Yanks.

Passenger: I heard right before I left that Stengel was going to use Larsen.

Driver: Larsen! I thought you said ya guys were gonna win dis game!

Passenger: Larsen can pitch well.

Driver: Yea, just like in game two.

Passenger: He had a bad outing.

Driver: At was some bad outin'! He ain't even get through two innin's.

Passenger: He'll do better tonight.

Driver: Yeah, maybe he'll get through three! Is Stengel a nut?

Passenger: Of course he is. But he's also a genius.

Driver: Yea, and I'm sure at's what e'll all be callin' him after the beatin' 'e gets tonight.

Passsenger: You feel like stopping here, or are you just going to keep driving?

Driver: Oh yea…(pause) Well, here ya go.

Passenger: Thanks a lot…may I have twenty-five cents back please?

Driver: Yea, sure…thanks for the tip.

Passenger: Consider it a conciliation prize.

Driver: Uh huh. Maybe you should give it too ya buddy Larsen…

Passenger: He won't need it.

Driver: Yeah, sure he won't…wise ass kid.

Exit.