Framed photo on a mantle: a young bride and groom circa 1984.

JACK V.O.: They say the greatest day of your life is when you get married…

Next to it, a photo of the couple cradling a plump newborn.

JACK V.O.: … Or have kids.

EXT. THREE RIVERS STADIUM, PITTSBURGH, PA, 1992 — NIGHT

Jam-packed with Pirate fans, rooting on their beloved team.

JACK V.O.: Mine happened when I was 7.

In the upper decks, JACK BLYTHE, a chubby kid with a baseball glove, sits with his dad, whom we recognize from the photos.

JACK V.O.: We destroyed the Braves in game 6. ‘Nother win, we were in the Series.

INT. LIVING ROOM, MODEST HOUSE — NEXT NIGHT

Jack, his pop and two of Jack’s friends watch the game on TV.

JACK V.O.: With a 2-0 lead in the 9th, it was all but certain. But life, as I learned, throws you curveballs.

On TV, the Braves mount a furious comeback, ending in a 3-2 win, crushing the hopes of everyone in Pittsburgh.

JACK V.O.: After that, it all went south. We traded our skinny leadoff hitter…

A beefed-up Barry Bonds belts a home run for the Giants.

JACK V.O.: … Three Rivers was demolished…

A wrecking ball DESTROYS the stadium, a city landmark.

JACK V.O.: … And worst, my old man passed…

Jack’s dad lies in a coffin, wearing a full Pirates uniform.

JACK V.O.: … 30 years later, hardly anyone goes to the ballpark anymore. Except me. I never miss a game…

EXT. PNC PARK, PITTSBURGH — AFTERNOON

A handsome executive-type guy (37) catches a bag of peanuts.

JACK V.O.: … Yeah, no, that’s not me. I’m the pitcher, but the catcher…

Jack, now a portly peanut vendor, shuffles down an aisle. Sparse crowd, few thousand on hand. And who can blame them? Pirates are in dead last, losing the current game 9-1.