The movie is not especially creative, the performancesare not especially memorable, the script lacks structure (at least untilthe start of the baseball season provides an external one), and the directingis often slapdash. But there's a saving grace in the underlying, never-say-dieendearment to the fantasized (even fetish-ized) relationship between schoolteacherBen (Jimmy Fallon) and his beloved BoSox. This authentic eternal optimismalso gives amusing life to Ben's desperate hope that insane fandom won'tkill a newer relationship -- with the first girl he's ever loved as muchas baseball.
During the winter of 2003, Ben falls for an out-of-his-leaguebusiness consultant named Lindsey (Drew Barrymore), and she falls for him-- after being convinced by her girlfriends to change her habit of doomedflings with aggressive, career-driven yuppies. The offbeat sweetness ofthis opposites-attract couple and their conflict over baseball feel exponentiallymore authentic than the snowballing little lies and contrived misunderstandingsthat drive most romantic comedies.
Ben and Lindsey have real laughs together (not rimshotdialogue designed exclusively for cheap guffaws from the audience) andthey make real compromises, recognizing the vast differences between them.Their problems arise because until summer rolls around she just doesn'tquite grasp how truly commitment he is to the seemingly cursed Sox -- despitehis honest attempts to warn her and despite the fact that his apartmentis decorated exclusively in classic Sox memorabilia, hung on every wallsave the one painted like "The Green Monster" back wall of FenwayPark.
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