there’s a movie to be made here, about a failed minor leaguer or college player who works for the Savanna Bananas and hates his life, like a theme park mascot, goes home after embarrassing himself dancing the macarena on the mound to smash a twelve pack & sulk about his life, then Angelina Jolie busts in his living room, telling him he’s actually the son of an infamous assassin with superhuman-like abilities and he must take up his fathers mantle to stop an evil villain from wreaking destruction.