Firstly, I'd like to say that I enjoyed this film. It's a nice tribute to Roberto Clemente and really a good story but it's really so hard to believe it's 1972 with things like Velcro straps on catcher's masks, brand new red catcher's gear circa 2010, Plexiglas covered bulletin boards at the train station, motorcycles that aren't even close being a model more than 5 years old, purple fire hydrants and more.
There are also other distractions that just take one out of the story-- no one in the deep south having a southern accent, Lauren Holly not recognizing her son's baseball cap being worn by a girl she is talking to and asking, "Have you seen my sons"? Historically it as 79 degrees during the 3000th hit game and yet they were all in jackets and by the time the game was over it was drizzling with thunder and yet not in the movie. I get that I'm being nit-picky on some of this but it's only 39 years in the past and so many would be able to notice the flaws. A little more care could have gone into the film's making in my opinion.
There are also other distractions that just take one out of the story-- no one in the deep south having a southern accent, Lauren Holly not recognizing her son's baseball cap being worn by a girl she is talking to and asking, "Have you seen my sons"? Historically it as 79 degrees during the 3000th hit game and yet they were all in jackets and by the time the game was over it was drizzling with thunder and yet not in the movie. I get that I'm being nit-picky on some of this but it's only 39 years in the past and so many would be able to notice the flaws. A little more care could have gone into the film's making in my opinion.