David M. Evans’ childhood classic, The Sandlot, is really a no-brainer for this column. Set in the 1950s (but filmed in the 1990s), The Sandlot tracks one summer in the life of young neighborhood friends–all male–as they play baseball, go swimming, frolic in their tree house, and get into any other antics befitting adolescent boys. Like Stand by Me meets Field of Dreams, The Sandlot is beloved by parents and kids alike and is the kind of children’s movie that is still fun to watch even now. I even find myself watching it with my father whenever it is on television.

So, why does The Sandlot fit so easily within the subject of this column? Well, despite the movie tackling a plethora of boys’ activities, The Sandlot is first and foremost about baseball and these children’s love of the great American sport. Anyone who has seen this column before will tell you that sports movies–especially those geared towards youth (ahem, Remember the Titans, Cool Runnings, etc.)–are ripe with chills. And while perhaps most would point to one of the scenes where they are actually playing baseball as the most chill-inducing in the movie, most people are not writing this post–I am.

And with that designation, I will happily point to my favorite scene in the movie and the one which always manages to give me tingles–that is, the war of words scene between Hamilton ‘Ham’ Porter and the local obnoxious uniformed baseball player. While this scene doesn’t actually contain the action of playing baseball, it definitely includes the action of talking about baseball, and the one worst line any baseball player (and not to mention any sort of feminist) loathes to hear: you play ball like a girl. And with that, it’s off! Competition, anger, and, most of all, chills!

Watch the scene below: